#“the siren tried to hide it but you can feel that it was desperate”

[crystallizsch]

okay hi so listen hear me out

sea snake is a bit too obvious (and too boring)

so i made him based on some kind of lionfish??? (bc something something venomous marine animal) also with a LOT of creative liberties i made with how the fish looks like

let’s also give his fins some rips and tears here and there bc what are the implications of that??? that’s for you 🫵 to decide

anyways chat i lowkey dont know what i was doing

i had no other thoughts but haha funny snake man i turn into fish

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

with a hand on the back of your head and another holding your throat, nanami curses under his breath, the sight of you gagging around his cock so filthy that the usually composed man has his knees threatening to buckle from underneath him. 

sweat trickles from the side of his face and there’s a deep shade of blush spread across his nose and cheeks, hiding the freckles you love so much. even the tips of his ears burn, the pleasure blooming everywhere under his skin as he rocks his hips against your face. the first buttons of his dress shirt are undone, a few hickeys already starting to darken on his skin from you nipping at him before dropping to your knees. he’s been working so very hard, and you just want him to let off a little steam – he just needs a bit of a push sometimes. 

so with you sat on his lap, sucking on his earlobe while pleading for him to take a break, it was impossible for him to say no. how could he when he’s got an angel in his arms, playing with his hair and kissing his neck ever so sweetly – he’s a weaker man than he thinks. 

when you slithered down between his thighs and stared up at him with big, hungry eyes, he found himself loosening his tie, his mind already beginning to cloud with the nastiest thoughts. 

ghosting your fingers over the growing bulge in his slacks, you rested your head against his thigh with a mischievous smile etched onto your lips. “c’mon, ken… i want to make you feel good.”

your words come out as a purr, as a siren’s call – you always have been a little tease, always the one to make him break and crumble. 

so here he finds himself now – slacks pooling around his ankles and the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, trying his utmost best not to fill your mouth with cum after the first ten minutes like some damn teenager. his hair is a fucking mess, dusty blonde strands falling over his forehead no matter how many times he tries to push them back. he’s given up on it now, realizing that there are better things to be doing with his hands – the one on the back of your head, protects you from knocking against the wooden cupboard while the other rests on your neck, marveling the way his cock slides up and down your throat. 

it’s mesmerizing, the feeling of the bulge under the palm of his shaky hand. he’s in there, filling you up like nothing else and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. 

his pace is slow and steady, every roll of his hips has your nose nuzzling into his pubes, your chin pressing against his heavy balls. drool trickles from the corners of your mouth and it’s a sight to behold – it dribbles all the way down onto your thighs and from there on onto the floor and nanami can’t help but feel the coil in his stomach tighten faster than ever. you’re the only one that makes him feel like this, who manages to mold him to your own liking all while being down on your knees. 

the tip of your tongue tickles his balls and the growl he lets out makes you clench your thighs together. his shirt falls from between his teeth and he rushes to undo the rest of the buttons, desperate to get the material off of him, so he can give you his full attention once more. it’s exciting to see him this needy. 

you try to look up at him with him still down your throat and as a reward, he moves to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “you’re– you’re doing so good for me, darling.” 

his voice is raspier than ever and the praise that tumbles from his bitten lips has you moaning around his cock. his vision goes blurry for a moment as the pleasure overwhelms his senses. you’re something else. 

you’re fucking perfect. 

the ache in your knees fades in your mind as you get to watch him unravel above you. his strokes become more languid; he pulls out only a little before pushing back in, his tip reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust he makes. he wants to stay inside you, he wants to stay there forever. 

squirming below him, you screw your eyes shut and try to focus on your breathing – but as he stays slotted deep down your throat, it’s getting harder and harder and you can’t hold back the few tears that have been brimming at your lashline.

“f–fuck, i’m sorry, sweetheart… i– “

he feels you struggling, but doesn’t pull out even an inch, only grinding his hips into your face as if he was fucking your tight little hole instead. you claw at the backs of his thighs, your nails marking up his sensitive skin as you gag around him. but nanami’s mindful not to go too far, to make sure that he wouldn’t miss the moment your scratching should turn into tapping instead. as much as he’s enjoying himself, he’d rather die than to hurt you.

he waits for your signal but when it doesn’t come, he presses himself even further down your throat, moaning loudly when you gag around him. his blonde pubes stick to your skin, your spit acting as glue between you. 

your mouth is so fucking warm and tight and, fuck– the obscene sounds that fill his ears are making him lose his mind. you feel divine and it has him wondering what ever did he do to deserve a lover like you. 

all it takes is two pats against his thighs and he’s pulling away, his eyes locked onto your face as you gasp for air. crystalline droplets brim in the corners of your eyes and run over the apples of your cheeks, leaving behind salty remainders of your hard work. your lips are swollen and covered in a mixture of his precum and your own spit. trying to catch your breath, you take a moment before looking back up at him. 

the way his lips part in a silent groan the second you make eye-contact, his chest rising and falling as he strokes his fat cock right in front of your face. there’s still a strand of spit connecting the two of you, from your lips to his tip, and nanami wants to hate how big of an effect such a small thing can have on him. it’s romantic. 

you look ruined. 

he thinks you look absolutely fucking beautiful.

leaning down, he presses a fiery kiss to your lips as a thank you, as another form of praise. he loves the way you taste and they way you feel against him. 

you breathe into his mouth. “more…” 

nanami squeezes his fist around his base, another groan falling from him as he pulls away from you. the grin on your face, the hearts in your eyes and the love pooling on your tongue are more than enough to have him taking in a sharp intake of air – you reach out to him, gentle fingers wrapping around his way bigger ones as you guide him back to your mouth. your heavenly lips. 

as embarrassing as it is, it only takes another few minutes for him to cum down your throat with a loud, deep groan. he holds your neck just as before, feeling the way his own cock twitches inside of you as he gives you his all. 

there’s so much of it that despite you swallowing around him a couple of times, it still pours out from the corners of your mouth, turning you into an even bigger mess than before. but it’s not like you mind – this is exactly what you wanted in the first place. he’s panting like a dog above you, face red as a tomato as he bucks his hips into your mouth one last time. 

the sound that leaves his lips as he finally pulls out resembles a whimper and he lets out a sheepish chuckle, a bit flustered that you managed to pull that out of him. but then again…

it is you. 

his beloved, his love – the one who knows him the best, the one who knows what he needs without ever having to ask. you read him like an open book and he couldn't be more grateful. you're more than he could've asked for. hoped for.

and he loves you.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Love your writing! Can I request a hero that likes being controlled by the villain because they get relief from their anxiety/stressful life but they are denying it because they don’t want to admit to being overwhelmed?

"Oh god, you're back."

The villain smirked at that particular greeting and inclined their head in acknowledgement. "Long time no see, hero mine."

Anticipation had the hero's heart drumming double time. They shifted their weight, hold tightening on the battered strap of their rucksack. The street was empty, all curtains conspicuously drawn, but there was nothing actually blocking any exits. They could run. They weren't far from home. They might even make it.

"It's okay," the villain said, tucking their hands into their pockets. "You can try, I won't be offended. I know you prefer pretending that you don't like this. That you don't crave this."

"I don't."

"No?" The villain's tone was soft, but their eyes gleamed in the glow of the lampposts. Their gaze was somewhere between gently mocking and not so gently fond. "You're lucky you lie so pretty. It means I'll let you off with a warning. Just the one, because I've heard you've had a rough week."

The hero swallowed.

The week had been exhausting. Atlas would have buckled beneath the weight of the last week too. Anyone would. Wouldn't they? Maybe that was why, beneath the panic of seeing the villain again, there was a much more terrifying chasm of relief. Dizzy, desperate relief. The kind of longing that left a person brained by it. Dumb.

"You heard about that?" the hero asked, in a small voice, even if it was entirely not the point.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

The hero shuddered, to hear the villain say it so bluntly. Maybe if they hadn't, the hero could pretend - what? That somewhere along the way monstrosity and miracle had blurred together like wet watercolours?

"You could walk away," the hero said.

"I could," the villain agreed, placidly. They didn't move though.

"Would you if I asked you to?"

The villain's head tilted, considering the hero at that.

"Mm, I don't think so," they decided eventually. "Then you'd feel like you had to ask. It goes better when you don't have any choice in this matter, doesn't it?"

"You can't just - you can't say that."

"No?" the villain's lip curled up again. They closed the gap between them, casually confident. "You asked."

"Well, yes - but." The hero didn't have a good way to finish the sentence. Mainly because they should have been horrified. They were horrified! It was only..."You're not supposed to say it." The crack in their voice felt far too much like confession. "It's not right."

"Yeah. I'd say you should stop feeling so guilty about liking it so much, but honestly it's entirely too delicious watching you squirm."

The hero made a choked, incoherent sound in their throat. They took a step back, not remotely surprised when the villain's hand snaked eel-fast around their back.

"Ah, ah," the villain said. "You already had your chance to run. Go easy."

The hero felt the very moment that something switched in the villain's voice, their powers humming a siren song in the hero's bones. They felt their body turn to putty as they blinked at the villain, wide-eyed. Their hands settled comfortably on the villain's chest, not pushing back.

It wasn't...it wasn't exactly that their brain switched off, only that everything in them suddenly refused to fully recognise the danger. And there was danger, they knew that, but...

But for the first time since they'd last seen the villain, the knot in their chest loosened. They didn't feel one small straw or loud noise or well-meaning question away from bursting pitifully into tears.

"Good," the villain murmured. "Just like that. There you are. Deep breaths."

Up close, the villain took a moment to study them properly. The hero let them look. Minutes ago, they might have tried to hide, ashamed by the blatant dark circles under their eyes, by everything that the villain would see, but in that second...

The villain's lips thinned a fraction. "I've been away on business for too long, haven't I? Sorry about that."

"How was business?"

The villain didn't bother answering that question, more concerned with grazing their thumb along the swell of the hero's lip where they'd bitten it raw. Their eyes darkened further.

"You look annoyed," the hero said.

"You could have called me, you know."

"Why would I do that?"

"Why would you-" For a second, it seemed like the villain might say something. Then, they simply sighed, and shook their head, muttering something under their breath. They pivoted, so they were at the hero's side instead, snagging the hero's heavy bag onto their own shoulders.

"Walk." The command hummed through the villain's voice again. "I think we've both had enough of your idiot brain for today. You're done for the week."

Every time the villain let them go, it was harder to force themselves to leave.

[chheolie]

dad seokmin forgot to keep his promise

seokmin was having one of those days where he planned to spend the entire afternoon entertaining his son with the most outlandish games he could think of. full of enthusiasm, he turned on the toy fire truck, which started zooming across the floor with its lights flashing and siren echoing throughout the room.

"look at this, buddy!" he exclaimed, excitedly, calling his little one over to watch the toy in action.

but to his surprise, his son, sitting on the floor with a surprisingly firm look, just crossed his arms and put on an expression that looked way too serious for a three-year-old. his little lips pushed out into a dramatic pout, as if he was experiencing the worst day of his life.

seokmin raised an eyebrow, confused, trying to decipher the unexpected reaction.

“is he mad about something? or maybe he just doesn’t like fire trucks anymore?” he thought, watching his son curiously.

determined to keep trying, he brought the truck closer and attempted to get him excited again.

"let’s put out the fire, son!" he said in an upbeat tone, waving the toy from side to side, trying to make it as fun as possible.

to his complete shock, the little boy, still with his pout intact, kicked the truck with his chubby foot, sending it sliding across the rug until it bumped against the couch leg. the kid’s angry face only grew, and the pout? somehow, it looked even bigger.

seokmin had to try really hard not to laugh. he felt his lips tremble with the urge to let out a chuckle, but he held it back. he didn’t want to make his little one any more upset.

"okay, my love… you don’t want to play with the fire truck," seokmin said in a softer, more paternal tone. "how about we go for a walk outside?" he suggested, smiling as if it was the most amazing idea ever.

the boy looked at his dad with a mix of disapproval and stubbornness, then turned his face away, crossing his arms even tighter.

seokmin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling clueless. he tried everything he could think of – he even offered to go outside and watch the “big trucks” his son usually loved to see, but nothing worked. feeling at a loss and a little desperate, he finally picked up his phone to call for help from the real expert: his wife.

with quick fingers, he typed a message, and soon his phone buzzed with a reply.

seokmin: babe, help.

he saw the typing bubbles pop up and then the message appeared.

seokmin: i think i just became our son’s number one enemy. 😩😩

y/n: 🤨 really? why?

seokmin: he won’t talk to me. won’t play with his favorite fire truck, doesn’t even want to go outside…

y/n: did you ask him why? maybe it’s something important

seokmin: babe… he’s only three. how’s he supposed to know how to explain what he’s feeling? 🥺

y/n: 🙄 ASK HIM, seokmin.

seokmin was ready to finally fix the situation, but he couldn’t resist asking his son one more time, now that the little boy seemed a bit less upset.

"son, did daddy do something wrong? why are you so upset?" he gently held his son’s tiny shoulders. "is there anything daddy can do to make you not be mad anymore?"

the little boy looked at him, still pouting, and said in a slightly teary voice, "you… you pwomised… stwawbewwy ice cweam… and you fowgot!"

seokmin had to cover his mouth to hide his laughter. of course, it was about food! and he vaguely remembered mentioning something about ice cream the night before, but with all the excitement and games, he’d completely forgotten.

"oh, son… i’m really sorry! daddy forgot about the ice cream!"

seokmin quickly grabbed his phone and texted his wife, almost as if he needed her to witness what he’d just discovered.

seokmin: babe, he said it

seokmin: i promised him strawberry ice cream after lunch, can you believe it? 😩😩

almost immediately, her reply came in.

y/n: really? i’m a witness.

seokmin: i forgot i’d promised that 😳

seokmin: but… how could he remember that? he’s just a baby!

y/n: he’s your son, seokmin. your legacy: selective memory for sweets and pizza.

seokmin: 😅😅😅😅😅

y/n: give him his ice cream before he packs his bag to run away from home.

laughing at the thought of his son packing a bag and searching for a new home that took ice cream promises seriously, seokmin headed to the kitchen to prepare the long-awaited treat. he grabbed a small bowl, added a few scoops of strawberry ice cream, and went all out: strawberry syrup, colorful sprinkles, and of course, a cherry on top. he carried the bowl back to the living room like it was a trophy, still imagining which uncle his son might ask for refuge with. maybe vernon? surely he wouldn’t forget a promise.

"here it is, buddy! your strawberry ice cream, with everything you deserve!"

the little boy, now with bright eyes, immediately dropped his pout and grabbed the bowl with both tiny hands, amazed by what he saw.

"yummy!" he said, fully focused on the ice cream and visibly happy.

seokmin crouched down beside him and asked hopefully, "so… do you forgive me for forgetting?"

the child nodded, but he was so engrossed in the ice cream that seokmin wasn’t sure if the forgiveness was genuine or just temporary. the ice cream was clearly priority number one.

he quickly sent another message to y/n.

seokmin: he forgave me…

seokmin: but i’m not sure we’re totally okay yet… i think his heart’s still divided between the ice cream and the grudge.

y/n: hahaha, i’m glad for you, babe.

seokmin watched as his son enjoyed the ice cream, and with each spoonful, the little boy let out a happy “mmm!” while seokmin watched, relieved to have made things right.

when his little one finished, he held up the empty bowl and grinned.

"was it good?" seokmin asked, smiling back at him.

"good, good!" he replied with his sweet little voice and eyes shining with joy.

suddenly, the boy got up, handed the bowl back to seokmin without much ceremony, and ran over to the fire truck still sitting on the floor.

"wooo woo woo woo!" he started imitating the fire truck siren with excitement, waving his dad over to join the game.

seokmin wasted no time. he ran to the kitchen to put the bowl down and, in seconds, was back in the living room, ready for the new mission to save the world. he pretended to put on an invisible firefighter helmet and gave his son a salute.

"firefighter seokmin reporting for duty!" he announced with a determined, goofy expression. "what’s the emergency, chief?"

his son held onto the toy truck, looking at him with serious little eyes.

"fire! big fire! daddy, come!" he shouted, running around the room with the truck while seokmin followed, pretending to turn on a siren.

the house transformed into a "fire station," and the two of them spent the next several minutes saving stuffed animals from the imaginary blaze.

seokmin: babe, we’re friends again

seokmin: we’re playing firefighters

y/n: alright, mr. firefighter, don’t make promises you won’t remember to keep

seokmin: 🫡🫡🫡

[lxvebun]

kiss it better!

synopsis: you know better than to try and hide your wounds from them, however small it may be know that they are more than ready to take care of you. Aka jjk boys caring for your injuries

buns notes: I had a part for Gojo and Nanami as well but found myself getting stuck on it. Perhaps they'll come later but for now enjoy Geto and Sukuna♡.

content:Geto/Sukuna x gender neutral reader. fluff/hurt comfort. Soft Defect/cultish!geto (idk what to call it jejjd just canon suguru) canon violence. Blood. Lovesick/soft ish sukuna as always🤭. Not entirely proofread I am sleepy. Eng is not my first language so i'm sorry for any mistakes!!

Suguru

"Did you really think you could hide that from me, my darling?" Suguru coos. His voice deep and honeyed, overly thick and sweet as he tries to swallow down the urge to demand, to interrogate the cause of the gash on the side of your forehead.

It would do you no good to see that side of him, especially in this state you're in. Trying to hide the tiny rivers of blood trickling down your face, droplets sinking into the wooden floors beneath your feet. He doesn't want you to feel a sliver of fear anywhere near him.

And he's good usually at maintaining his composure. Even if his mind is already twisting into something darker and cruel. but God, the thought of someone, whether Human, Sorcerer, or curse hurting you makes him physically sick. The blood pooling in his mouth from biting his tongue does not help either.

"I'm okay, Suguru." you breathe out, a little labored, not necessarily from the dull ache on the side of your head.

You're not afraid of him, could never be, he's good to you and you see how hard he tries. Fragments of a younger, more carefree suguru slipping through at times. But something twists in your gut as the sparkle fades from his eyes and his gaze zeroes in on your injury. You know what goes on in his head. Thoughts as black and dark as spilled ink swallowing up all the light that left unless he pulls back quick enough. It's a venomous spiderweb that's hard to get out of

Fortunately, he does. Your voice luring him back almost like a Siren's whisper, from what's going on inside his head.

It takes him a few seconds to orientate himself. A few deep breaths and fluttering of eyelashes before he can tear his gaze away from the cut and look into your eyes.

Gentle and careful hands slide under your jaw. His tumb wiping away some of the blood. Rough hands still feeling light and safe. As if he were cradling a bird with a broken wing in his hands. 

(it makes you melt a little more into him.)

It's not a deep cut, not deep enough for stitches at least. It may leave a light scar unless he gets someone to heal it for you. Then again, you have refused that option in the past, trying to maintain somewhat of normality in your life

He can't blame you for that, but he's also not sure what to do..

"Tell me what you need, my darling." It comes out a little desperate

(As if he might succumb if you don't tell him what you desire right now)

"Help me clean up," you begin, knowing he wants to be with it every step of the way. To nurse you back to health "and then you can kiss it better for me while we watch some movies, hmm? :)"

He closes his eyes for a second, your head still cradled in his hands, his touch a bit more relaxed, a little less delicate but still comforting. And then he opens them again, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and the sparkle in his eyes reignited.

He's back

(If he notices the way your shoulders relax, he doesn't comment on it.)

"Of course, my love"

Sukuna

You know better than to hide your injuries from him. It would be foolish of you to even attempt to deceive him. You're part of him now, intertwined into his soul. He's mapped out every little detail of you. He picks up on the slightest shifts in your mood and tone. Hears the hitch in your breath if something surprises you, knows exactly how you achieved the seemingly random bruises on your legs and has memorized the healthy beating pattern of your heart. So even before you pushed open the heavy wooden doors to his chambers, he could hear your labored breathing and smell the blood staining your skin..

His voice booms around the chamber, as you finally open the door. It's loud and aggrivated. Shaking the walls. Dripping in venom and laced in a desperation only you'd be able to pick up on as he calls out Uraume's name. The sight of you bloodied and teary eyed is almost enough to make him fall to his knees. You don't know that his heart has molded into the shape of a chapel dedicated to you. Filled with every little detail of you. brimming with gold and laced with utter adoration and devotion. He'll kneel until his spine breaks and his knees crack against the floor below him if you'd just tell him who could possibly dare to do this to you

He lifts you up and carries you to his bed before his knees give out under him. His grip a little too tight, a little too bruising even for those few seconds. Afraid you'd slip right out of his arms if he doesn't hold you close enough. You can basically feel the blood boiling in his veins, turning into rivers of lava under his skin.

He doesn't make eye contact as he gently lays you down on the bed.

(Perhaps because you've always been good at reading him, perhaps because he'll fear what he'll do if he catches sight of anymore blood)

.....

The gash on your side is healing nicely, thank Uraume for their steady hands. Sukuna would have done it, but all his eyes would have focused on would be the blood staining your robes, trickling out of the wound in steady flows and your teary eyes. He wouldn't have been able to keep his touch delicate enough to heal you properly. Too engrossed in the thoughts of punishment and cruelty to keep the violence from bleeding into his touch. He'd never forgive himself if he'd hurt you. Even accidentally.

(He lost control once in the heat of passion. Kissed you a bit to roughly with sharpened teeth. It's nothing compared to what he can do. He is the king of curses after all. God to some, an abomination of nature to most. Still, He filed them down ever since.)

He made sure to stay and watch before he goes out and track down the filth that did this. He trusts Uraume, undoubtely so, but he wants to see Your wounds disappear and the blood wash off of your skin with his own eyes

Healing someone with a curse technique feels similar to getting stitches as the skin gets closed back together. He knows it's normal but Hells, every flinch, every little twitch you make as the skin heals make his hands itch to dig into the chest of whoever did this to you, ears already ringing at the begs and pleas for mercy and he personally deals with the parasite that dared to put their hands on someone even the king of curses himself bows down to.

How incredibly foolish of them.

"Well, that should be it" Uraume's voice snaps him out of his trance. He watches as they bow down to you, even after many many times of you telling them they don't have to and turn to him. "I'll go get some clean robes" bowing down once more, and leave the chambers.

The room falls silent again. He's becoming a little restless. Eyes trailing over your form before glancing at the door, going back and forth between you. Trying to decide what his next move should be

"Stay, please". You whisper. The adrenaline gone from your body

You make up his mind for him.

He's on you the second those words left your lips. His anger leaving him...for now. He keeps it at the back of his mind. Your wishes are more important than seeking revenge. Revenge can wait. You don't have to

He asks you how you're feeling as he wraps his arms around you, cradling your head to his chest as he lays down on the bed next to you. You make the mistake of being truthful

"Its a little sore-"

he's up again before you can even finish your sentence, ignoring the whine falling from your lips as he removes his arms from around you

"There should be some freshly gathered herbs in the kitchen today" he begins as lines it to the door

"Sukuna-"

"I can concoct something that should dull the soreness in a heartbeat-" his hand already on the door handle

"Ryomen."

He stops abruptly. Turning to look at you over his shoulder. Keeping his hand against the door. Waiting for you to finish your sentence

"I don't want a herbal concotion"

His brows furrow together, surprisingly cute for a being like him. He turns to you fully, slowly pacing back to the bed

"What is it that you desire then, my love?"

He almost sounds nervous, eyes wide and eager to hear of your demands so he can fullfill them. "Is there another potion you'd like, do you-" he begins to ramble again. You cut him off

"I think a kiss would be sufficient enough actually, my lord~♡"

His words die in his throat. Worry melting into a more stoic expression as he looks at you with what you can only describe as 'are you serious' Your laugh at the shift in his expression, gods that beautiful angelic sound, quickly breaks his into a gentle smile. Heart calming down.

"If thats what you need who am I to refuse?"

You look more than content, a state he wants to keep you in forever, as he leans over you on the bed. Matress bending under his weight as he places one hand next to your head, the other slowly cuping your face as he dips down to lock your lips with his

(He could kiss you forever, if you'd let him)

"Better?"

He doesn't bother to pull away, instead choosing to speak against your lips. Eyes soft and breath hot against you.

"I think I need a higher dosage actually~♡"

RAAAA thank you for reading angels!!♡

[kisses4kaia]

dark but just a game - ethan landry

summary; you and your boyfriend are what professionals would describe as sadists, and also probably psychopaths. but he didn’t see you that way, nor did you him. sure, what you guys did was dark, but to you two, it was just a game.

warnings; dark!!! very dark!! murder, sadism, smut, dom!gf!ethan + sub!gf!reader. fem reader, oral sex (m receiving), and penetrative sex (p in v), fingering. overall very mature themes. please do not read under the cut if you are under the age of 18.

a/n; you ask and you shall receiveee. i originally got this idea for charlie while listening to dbjag by lana, but y’all wanted ethan so here u go!! (please reblog with tags if you enjoy🖤)

“you can run,” ethan said, voice distorted on one end of the line, speaking to a stupid girl who left her windows open whilst she was home alone.

“but you can’t hide,” you spoke, on the opposite side of the house and line.

and then the chase began. as far as she knew, there was only one person out for her blood. this was your favorite part, the revelation they get when they realize they’re outnumbered.

she screamed bloody murder as ethan chased her throughout the house. she tried to run out of the front door, but you were there, waiting for her.

it’s just so predictable.

she opened the door, saw you with your glisteningly clean knife and costume, turned around but slammed directly into ethan’s cloaked chest.

“we tried to tell you,” ethan spoke condescendingly to the girl as you laughed.

“you want this one?” he constricted her by her arms as she screamed and cried, pleading for her life.

you rolled your eyes at her volume but nodded at your boyfriend. “how could i resist when she’s a bitch annoying as she is?” you went for the first slash across her left bicep.

she screamed in pain, but ethan took one of his hands and pressed his flush against her jaw. “shut the fuck up, bitch,” he growled in her ear, becoming impatient.

you could sense it and quickly went for 2 matching jabs in opposite sides of her hips, being sure to twist the blade.

you continued with multiple painful penetrations to her skin, but none of which would kill her immediately.

her body was going limp after you slashed her achilles tendon and her screaming was becoming more tired, so you decided she’d had enough, and finished the job with a stab directly to her heart.

she let out one final gasp of pain before her weight became dead in ethan’s arms.

he dropped her body and pulled off his mask, speedy to pull yours off too. ethan smashed his lips against yours. “god, you’re so fucking hot,” he whispered as you desperately rutted your core against his thigh.

his hand went down to grab your ass, but halted when he heard the sirens approaching the house getting louder. he quickly grabbed your hand and ran out the back door into the hidden getaway car.

the adrenaline was still running high from the recent kill, your need for him in-between your legs becoming almost unbearable.

he drove fast, trying to make it quick to your shared dorm. you tore your cloak off in the passenger seat and opened your legs to him, revealing you weren’t wearing underwear underneath your skirt.

“fuck,” he muttered, almost instinctively bringing his hand down to your pussy, circling his thumb around your clit fastly, his middle finger fucking your hole, bringing you so close to orgasm, but you arrived at campus before you could meet sweet release.

he kissed you all the way up the elevator and down the hallway, fumbling the key in his jean pocket under his dark cloak.

the moment you two stumbled inside, you had him pushed against the door.

you dropped to your knees almost immediately, hardly even struggling with his belt and pulling his pants and boxers down.

you yearned for the feeling of the weight of his heavy cock on your tongue, the thought of it making your heart skip a beat.

after placing a simple kiss on his painfully red tip, you decided teasing wasn’t needed or even wanted by either party.

you took him in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks and locking eyes with him. your head bobbed up and down his length, making pornographic slurping sounds.

ethan tangled his hands in your hair, tugging slightly. you moaned around his cock, and the vibrations brought him so close to the edge.

the feeling of his tip prodding the back of your throat made him teeter over, and he came with a mix of expletives, moans of your name, groans, and whimpers.

you swallowed down everything he gave you, the sweet and salty flavor only making you hornier.

you were on your feet again before you know it, kidding ethan passionately, making him taste himself on your tongue.

aaand, he’s hard again.

now he’s pushing you into your bedroom, not even disconnecting your lips.

he’s tearing your clothes off, aswell as his remaining shirt. before you even realize a moment has passed, he’s pushing into you.

the stretch is delicious, forcing a deep moan from your throat.

for your sake, ethan tried to go slow, but he couldn’t keep that up. he rammed into you, his tip hitting the most perfect place at an ungodly speed.

“shit, baby. e-eth, slow- fuck!- slow down!” you said in between moans, your head becoming cloudy and the knot in your stomach tightening.

“i- i c-can’t- nngh,” his whimpers in your ear as well as his hands burning into your hips made you roll your eyes in ecstasy, and become so close to cumming.

the straw that broke the camels back was his lips traveling down to your collarbone, wasting no time in finding that one spot that always made you scream.

your pussy clenched around him as you came. your body convulsed as incoherent whines and whimpers left your lips like nothing else could.

his second release was close behind yours, thrusts getting sloppier and moans getting more concentrated.

soon, he emptied himself into you with a loud moan of your name, repeating it like an orison.

the both of you came down from your orgasms not long after and ethan pulled out. you whined at the emptiness, but it wasn’t for long.

“cant waste any of that cum, can we?” ethan’s grin was wide as he pushed two of his fingers inside of you, ensuring not a drop left your abused hole.

you were so sensitive, tears began to pool in your eyes.

the intense pleasure became too much very fast, and you had to physically hold his wrist to stop his fingers pumping into you.

ethan pulled his fingers out of you and stuck them in your mouth, forcing your throat open to swallow all of the mixed arousal on his digits.

once he felt they were clean, he pulled them out and brought his lips to yours in a passionate, gentle, and loving, kiss.

you felt yourself falling asleep with a hazy smile on your face, but your sleepiness dissipated into thin air when you heard a loud, angry, banging, on the door.

“NYPD, open up!”

[animeyanderelover]

Tags: @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, stalking, manipulation, gaslighting, sadism, paranoia, co-dependency, threats, blackmailing, isolation, abduction, death

Yandere Bungou Stray Dogs Hc’s

Jouno Saigiku

♦️Jouno may not be able to see but as a compensation for his lack of vision, he is able to pick up on so much more than the average human. He can read someone's emotions based on their heartbeat, their breathing pattern and even their blood flow and that is perhaps the most terrifying aspect of having him obsessing over you. He knows you better than anyone else as you are essentially an open box for him as all secrets are always spelled out by the melody of your body. There is no privacy for you when around him and Jouno abuses and uses all of this against you. At first he is more subtle about how he presents himself before you, careful with the words he chooses and the secrets he reveals about you. Even if he is so composed, there is this certain creepiness he has as he gives you a small smile and sometimes his sadistic side seeps through as he torments you more to relish in your rapid heartbeat and the unease he can sense inside of you even if you try to hide it desperately.

♦️​It is fairly easy for Saigiku to track you down even among other people, your heartbeat a special song he has engraved in his mind and your voice a siren's song that pulls him in as soon as he hears it. Jouno is stalking you, he follows you as he remembers the places you visit often until he can almost predict where he can find you if he has free time and wishes to see you. He exhibits some very possessive traits as he doesn't enjoy other people you keep around you as he is a man who could never imagine himself sharing you with someone and unfortunately even friends and family are put in this category. You feel this growing dread as weeks pass by until he pulls the rag from beneath your feet as he organises for the government to place you under special security and ensure that you are always kept within his reach. Saigiku tells you that it would be better for you to just get used to your new lifestyle because he surely won't let you leave his side again. It's your fault being such an adorable and interesting thing~

♦️​Truthfully spoken, Saigiku belongs in a category where he is overall most of the time more possessive than he is jealous. If he had to describe to you how he feels when he senses you conversing with someone else, he'd just bluntly tell you that he just doesn't enjoy it. He has never enjoyed hearing you talking with someone else unless it was necessary and he ensures that your abilities to speak with a lot of people besides himself are limited as soon as you are where he wants to have you. Especially when he is with you he would greatly appreciate it if you were to refrain for ignoring him for someone else but even if he is on missions, you aren't able to talk with a lot of people. Most of them just ignore you out of fear of Jouno because no one has the courage to talk to you, much less flirt with you because Saigiku will always find out. Worst is that you are in most cases also made a scapegoat and punished which manages to scare you away from any unnecessary conversation. The only people you can chat with without too much consequences are the other Hunting Dogs.

♦️​Despite Saigiku often trying to appear like the most civilized one of the Hunting Dogs, he's still just as violent as everyone else. He just tries to hide it better behind his composure. He doesn't take any injustice or disregard of his rules lightly though. You are often punished when you don't behave as you ignore the rules he has told you about and the same counts for others. Harsh threats are often given out despite his calm expression as he is not afraid to threaten and wish ill will upon those who he takes orders from. His sadistic nature makes him quite the terrifying enemy if someone dares to commit any injustice against you because he has never taken crimes lightly and he takes it even more seriously when it comes to you. You know that he doesn't just give a criminal who tried to harm you just a simple death because that would be too easy. No. he'll make them regret the day their pitiful existence came to be in this world.

♦️​Saigiku gives you the most legal abduction as the government decides to support him for this one thing. They can't risk one of their Hunting Dogs potentially being distracted because of you and Jouno knows this and uses this to have them agree. It's undeniable that you are his soft spot and as much as he dislikes you for making him feel more vulnerable, he knows that he has to preserve you somewhere for this exact reason. If enemies would find out about you, they would without a doubt come for you since you are an easier target than the Hunting Dog himself. The mere thought of someone using you against him only because you hold such meaning for him is almost humiliating so prevent anyone from ever using you against him, he locks you away and keeps you fairly isolated. the government covers your disappearance up as not even friends and family are ever allowed to figure out what happened to you.

♦️​It's best for you if you learn how to keep your emotions properly under control because otherwise you will get on his nerves. Jouno is incredibly insensitive to strong emotions because he can pick up on them so well and for that they annoy him. So it isn't uncommon for him to leave you alone when you have a mental breakdown and just tell you harshly and coldly to calm down before he goes. He just never gives you a break, especially the first few months after he has abducted you. It's all harsh and humiliating words as you aren't able to lie or hide anything from him because he always senses it as your own body betrays you. Eventually he slowly starts adjusting though as he learns to deal better with your emotions although he is still very hesitant to allow himself to be more vulnerable around you. He can’t say that he doesn’t enjoy it though, knowing that he’s the one who protects you.

Suehiro Tetchou

🌸Tetchou is much more pure in comparison to Jouno as his desires lie in the genuine wish to protect you from any harm. Although this simple desire can drastically escalate because he is very protective. In fact Tetchou is so protective to the point where he can delude himself into believing that what he has done was the right thing to do even if his actions have caused you sorrow and fear. He’d never hurt you, he knows that. So tears and sadness from you tear away at his core belief and almost as if in a way to cope with the situation and to not break down, he deludes himself into believing that he knows better. He’s a Hunting Dog after all, he has experienced so much more than you could ever in your entire life. His decisions are based on those experiences you have never endured nor will ever have to endure now that he’s in your life. Don’t hate him for he has only done what is best for you.

🌸Having already established this man as someone who is tattering on the side of delusional thoughts, it should be pointed out that it takes Tetchou a good while until he has even figured out his own feelings for you. He initially never suspects his feelings to be of romantic nature as he sticks with you whenever he has the time nor when his mind is constantly drifting to you multiple times a day. Surely you mean much to him but not in that way…right? Somehow he remains oblivious to his feelings or perhaps he is just not willing to acknowledge his feelings to keep the lid sealed on his obsession. Acknowledging means losing to his obsession and almost unconsciously he seems to be aware of that and attempts to deny his feelings. Until either time wears him down or a trigger happens which causes everything to just explode out of him with such an intensity that it almost overwhelms him.

🌸Much more lenient than some other Hunting Dogs, Tetchou attempts to let you keep as much of your freedom as he can. That includes your social life as long as no one poses a threat for you. He doesn’t mind your friends and family and if they are loyal and friendly, he acknowledges them as people who have helped you through your life so far. Jealousy is low-key a bit awkward for Tetchou though as he stands there and stares at the other person as if trying to decipher why the hell they trigger such nasty feelings within him. He isn’t overly vocal though as he is more the type to admit at one point very bluntly that he wants them to not step so close to you or that he doesn’t like them talking to you all whilst standing right behind you or stepping protectively in front of you. At this point he has held it in for too long and usually tries to end the interaction.

🌸He isn’t nearly as patient or enduring when it comes to his wants to protect you. He is quick and acts as swiftly as possible. Tetchou wouldn’t admit it to you but he runs a brief investigation on everyone you keep close to you to be completely sure that he can trust them. If anyone is suspicious, he has small remorse to cut them out of your life until he has found out everything he needs to know. He is a very strong advocate for justice and whilst he wouldn’t be as discriminating as Jouno when it comes to everyone who has a bit of a bad history, he isn’t lenient either. He’d prefer to only have good and honest people surrounding you and with his delusional belief that ultimately he does what is best for you, he can be strict and harsh under certain circumstances when he cuts your ties with people who physically or mentally abuse you and he has no guilt when he delivers the deadly blow if someone should pose a severe threat for your life.

🌸If he should ever erupt with the most likely trigger being your own life being in danger, he will use the same method as Saigiku. He will request special custody for you. That includes the isolation and your mysterious disappearance as he is fully aware what that will do to you. Your disappointed and resentful eyes cut deeper than his own sword ever cut as he feels something slowly collapsing. This is when his own defense fully kicks in as he builds those delusional walls to protect himself from going insane. He reaches the peak of his delusional behavior as he genuinely insists that what he does is only for your own good. Whilst he still understands why you are upset, he prioritizes your safety over your freedom. Sometimes you just can’t have both of those options coexisting with each other and have to sacrifice one of them. He has decided to sacrifice your freedom for your safety.

🌸Tetchou probably is one of the most normal people from the Hunting Dogs. He still has his fair share of weird quirks but most of them are quite cute for the most part. This man could literally stare at you for hours if he has the time and You can’t even remember that you see him blinking much whenever he does so. He’s kind enough to share his strange mixtures of same-colored food with you and legitimately doesn’t seem to understand what you find so appalling about it. He’s rather chill most of the times as he just lets you decide what you two should do. As long as he can accompany you, he doesn’t complain much and is alright with most of the stuff you do together with him. Be careful though if you ever have a cuddle session with him as he is very reluctant to let you leave his hold once he has you in his arms.

Nikolai Gogol

🕊️Nikolai is a wonderful actor as he stumbles in your life, parading as someone who is perfectly normal and despite being extremely crazed in reality, you don't suspect anything. Because he does such a wonderful job in hiding everything he is. Above all what stands out about Nikolai is his unique obsession he has with you as he isn't quite possessive in a normal sense. He envies the birds able to fly freely in the sky without any chains binding them yet here he is, shackled with the chains of his own feelings which rob him of his capability, his right, to soar high into the sky. His obsession is the heaviest of those chains and behind his sweet smile he hides a deep resentment against you for caging him in like this. His fantasies range from sweet and innocent images of both of you sharing a passionate kiss with each other to truly deranged ones where he is choking and strangling you and both make his heart beat equally enraptured out of his chest to the point where he doesn't know what he wants.

🕊️​Nikolai is surely also very sadistic because as his lover you should also take part in his suffering. He stalks you, follows you and even breaks into your house as he slowly induces you with paranoia without ever revealing himself. He watches with delight as you slowly start losing your sanity as he forces your paranoid mind to push away and reject all the people in your life as they start seeing you as mentally ill which has you shedding tears as you don't even know yourself anymore. It escalates until only he is left to soothe your tears, his grip occasionally tightening on your face as you wipes your tears away with his thumb, a sweet grin on his face that slowly darkens. Sometimes he has a hard time taming his dark impulses as his eyes dart to your neck, his hands brushing against it as he has to swallow slightly when he feels your pulse underneath his palms. Suddenly you feel him squeezing your neck in a slowly tightening hold and only when you look confused and startled up does he snap out of it and returns to his harmless grin.

🕊️​Jealously is a burden to Nikolai as it is only a heavy chain more that ties him down to you. He feels like he is forced into acting as this feeling always presses onto his chest as he watches you with someone else. A part of him despises how carefree you look, so liberated from any negative emotions whilst he is left silently suffering behind you. How dare you? How dare you to rob him of his freedom whilst enjoying yourself so much? He plays quite the despicable play whenever he feels this pressuring jealousy wrapping itself around his body like a rope he can't free himself from as he resents you equally as much as the one you interacted with. He will punish both his darling and the other person for their low and infuriating display of emotions, for their crime of looking so free whilst he is left chasing after his own.

🕊️​Death through his hands is genuinely horrifying as he treats it all like a twisted game. He dangles the option of escape always in front of his victim's nose only to shatter that illusion seconds before they could get away from him. If he can't get his own freedom, they won't either. Worst is that not only people who are involved with you get involved with this. He occasionally lets you play one of those games too as he literally just collects people from the street who mildly annoy him upon first impression. As cruel the deaths of those people are, they aren't his real victims but merely pawns in his game where the main attraction will be your downfall into madness and hopelessness. You are forced to follow the twisted rules of his game as he sometimes even forces you to kill those innocent people yourself. He enjoys your downfall into despair though. You don't look that free anymore yourself as the chains of guilt and terror keep you down on the ground. At least both of you are on the same page now~

🕊️​For quite a long time Nikolai just seems to play around with you like a child would with their favorite toy. He follows you around as your stalker and masked nightmare whilst simultanously taking the role of your only friend at one point as everyone else abandons you. He just enjoys to see your struggles as he loves observing you as every tear you shed and every mental breakdown you have has him feeling a bit better about his own fate as he extracts his revenge upon you. There is no real plan to this abduction besides a simple and random will of his. Both of you could be literally anywhere before he suddenly reveals his other side to you and admits to you that he has been the one who has driven you over the edge and that he was the one who made you doubt your own sanity. There's a gleeful grin on his face as he drinks in your horrified expression. Dove, did he ever tell you that you would look lovely in a cage?

🕊️​You have to fear for your life constantly each and every day from that day on as you always have to prepare for the worst possible. Nikolai's behavior can switch so suddenly as he is quite unpredictable. In one moment he could shower you with kisses before he suddenly presses a knife against your neck and you can feel a thin trail of blood trickling down only to go back to kissing the wound on your neck again affectionately. It is a torture to not know what might be happening. Unknown to you though, not Nikolai knows anymore what he should do. In one moment he wishes to feel your cold and lifeless skin under his fingers and in the next he wants to just cuddle and shower you in affection. Your death and your life both seem equally appealing to him as he feels the chains tightening around his body as he always lacks the final push to murder you. The next time, he always tells himself. There's always the next time.

Sigma

☁️​Sigma is an utterly dedicated man who has come to terms that his whole reason for existence can be found in you. His purpose is pinpointed back to you and so with a finally concrete goal in life, he almost throws himself willingly into the pitfall of his own obsession. Perhaps a part of him can rationalise why you are so unappy with your current situation as well as why his feelings are wrong from several perspectices. Yet Sigma would take this new obsession anyday over the dark and empty tear inside of him that used to grow everyday because he didn't know of his purpose of being in this world. So whilst his guilt is enough for you to occasionally manipulate him and enough to make him spoil you in his attempts to appease you and give you happiness, it isn't enough so that he would ever allow you to leave his side. He's too selfish to ever let you abandon him and leave him all lost and shattered.

☁️​With a fierce determination and a feeling of need inside of his heart, he memorizes everything about you until he could repeat it at any given time. He has a duty to know everything about you from the food you enjoy to the allergies to please you and fulfill you your wishes like no one else could. When one of the information he has gotten proves to be wrong or outdated, he panics quickly as he apologizes over and over again to you. Sigma is certainly very paranoid that anything could happen to you so there are cameras installed in the large room he has specifically designed for you in his casino so that he can always check what is going on if he should feel uneasy. Then there are also special guards assigned to not let you leave or to accompany you at the very least if you should go somehwere.

☁️​Sigma is for sure on a more insecure side so he is prone to jealousy which is induced by paranoia and fear that you might try to leave him for someone else. He needs a lot of reassurance from your side in any form to feel more peaceful with his life and better about his own existence because if you were to truly try to leave him for someone better, he would have failed his only purpose in life. It's this unease that often leads him into keeping you isolated more than he should as he is so incredibly skittish to let you go under other people. Even if he allows you on certain days to chat with some of the customers, he somehow can't ease his controlling grip as he schedules purposely for you to end up talking with people he has studied beforehand and has paired up with you with the thought that they wouldn't appeal to you for different reasons. Please don't hold it against him. He's just so terrified that you might want to leave him for someone else.

☁️​He's probably the member of the Decay of Angels that would be considered the most harmless because despite his paranoia, Sigma isn't sadistic nor does he take the act of murder lightly. He takes so much preparation for you to never run into any sort of troubles and for his Sky Casino to never be attacked in any way or shape that he already keeps trouble often away before it can appear. That doesn't mean that he won't take extreme measurements if anything should ever pop up that might endanger your life. As skittish and insecure Sigma might be at times he is definitely putting up a different facade when your life is in danger as you are the one thing he can not effort to lose. So even the act of killing someone will be ordered by him if he can't think of any other way to solve this issue. As guilty as he might feel for it at times, he is still clinging onto the thought that at least their death ensured that you wouldn't be in any harm.

☁️​An abduction with Sigma is bound to happen, although he takes a less rough and violent approach to it. He is planning the entire thing weeks before it happens as he reads every information about you he could get his hands on and then prepares and designs the room himself with what he thinks you would love most. He puts so much heart and soul into it because he only strives for perfection when it comes to you that you would almost feel flattered if you wouldn't be permanently stuck in this suite now. You don't even know what he has in mind when he one day nervously asks you to come with him only to lead you into this room before offering you a drink, spiked with drugs. He explains everything hastily you just before the drugs start taking effects and you start feeling sluggish and tired and don't possess the strength needed to rebel against his sudden declaration that he can't let you leave him anymore.

☁️​Getting into arguments with you is never good for his mentality especially if you harshly critize him and he can basically feel your resentment and your hatred festering inside of him. He needs your approval, he needs your affection because otherwise his existence will never feel validated. He showers you in presents of clothes, food, jewelry and hundreds of other things he hopes you enjoy in an attempt to appease you and lessen your anger against him. Sigma has a hard time leaving you alone for even a few hours as he gets quickly anxious and uneasy without your presence and checking the cameras he has installed inside your room only help that long. So he often pays you short visits in between his work to bask in your presence for a bit and to calm himself down before going back to his work. Even with his composed image in his workplace, he is awfully easy to tease and to fluster as his face quickly flushes red whenever you show him affection and he is especially shy when it comes to physical affection because you're literally the first one to do about everything with him. From the first hug to the first kiss.

[epicthemusical]

Haunted Thunder pt 1

WARNING THUNDER SAGA SPOILERS CANNON BLOOD AND DEATH

Time didn't work as it used to and Polites was left to float around aimlessly in the bleak underworld.He faintly remembers seeing Odysseus but already it was fading from his mind, how long has he been here? Minutes? Months? Years? He has no idea.

He is jolted out of his endless wandering and finds himself on a boat with…Odysseus?! Polites shakes himself out of his shock before rushing to hug his friend only to find himself unable to touch him only passing through him. He tries again to grab Odysseus’s arm and again he passes through his friend.

“Odysseus!” Nobody hears him though and as Polites sinks to the deck he hears singing coming from the ocean. Odysseus starts responding to a voice..wait it can't be possible. Penelope has no way of being out at sea like this so what? The answer hits him hard ...no please don't be sirens!

All Polites can focus on is stopping Odysseus from answering the siren's call. Any attempt is ignored until Odysseus raises his bow and…shoots at the siren? Polites breathes a sigh of relief as Odysseus reveals he had known all along about the sirens. The sirens had been caught and Polites couldn't help but smile.

His friend always has a plan and this time was no exception. The sirens call for mercy and Polites waits for Odysseus to convince the sirens to leave and not bother them only to freeze at the order shouted to the wind.

“Cut off their tails and throw them back in the water. Let them all drown.” Polites just stands there in shock before flinching as the crew obeys the order. Blood and screams fill the air. He slumps to the deck and sees Odysseus, cold and uncaring as he watches the sirens be thrown back into the sea before sailing on leaving behind a sea of blood and bodies.Polites feels sick to his stomach.

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Everything fades away revealing another scene. They seem to be sailing through a dark cave and a haunting tune fills the air leaving the entire crew on edge.Odysseus orders for 6 torches to be lit and passed out to crewmembers.

Polites tenses as six monstrous heads centering around a terrifying body emerge from the inky depths of the cave. He rushes towards someone holding a torch unaware of the monster behind him wishing desperately to save them. It was a meaningless effort as he passed through them only able to watch as blood splatters the deck and soon Polites screams mix in with the screams of the crew being picked off and eaten.

One of the feathers from Julien’s ankle wings, a broken claw necklace from Nox, a scrap of Charis’s scarf.

Everything is soaked in blood as Polites sobs and screams at all the death. He knows the names of everyone that was eaten.

Julien who always put up an unbothered and mischievous front to hide his fear of hurting people he cared about.

Nox who often used his silent footsteps and cat eyes to scare the crew.

Charis who loves to sew as a way to be close to his dead mom.

Lykos who only wanted to explore the world outside of the forest they grew up in.

Almi the quarter water nymph who gifts any scales he sheds to people he trusts and loved swimming with dolphins.

Therme who welcomes hugs and cuddles using his above average temperature to keep everyone warm with a smile.

Huedo with his calming aura letting crew members sleep in his room to keep nightmares away. They are all dead now, life ended brutally and abruptly. Polites throws up as he sobs and grieves.

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Polites is pulled out of his grief by Eurylochus’s voice.

“Please tell me you didn't know that would happen. Look me in the eyes Captain and tell me you didn't just sacrifice 6 men!” Polites stared at Eurylochus in shock. How could he ever think that about Odysseus he would NEVER. But the silence drags on

“SAY SOMETHING!” Eurylochus was breathing hard and Odysseus sharply turns to face him

“I CANT.” Polites stares at Odysseus in disbelief. Now that he thinks about it Odysseus had not reacted at all to the men being eaten almost like….like he had expected it…

Polites covers his mouth as his eyes tear up, feeling sick again. Odysseus didn't actually sacrifice 6 of the crew right? He watches Eurylochus face harden

“then you leave me no choice.” Eurylochus draws out the giant sword from his back and faces Odysseus.

“Please brother don't make me fight you!” Odysseus is panicking but as Eurylochus charges he pulls out his own sword to block with gritted teeth. Polites feels himself start shaking as he watches the fight.

What could have happened after he had died?! How could this happen?! Eurylochus is knocked down and Odysseus raises his sword for the final strike

“I won't let you get in my way!” Before he can deal the final blow he starts coughing up blood and he turns and sees that another crew member had stabbed him in the back with tearful eyes. Odysseus’s eyes fill with pain both emotional and physical

“My brothers…why..” He falls forward landing on the deck with a thud. Polites cries out and stumbles over to his fallen friend. Once again his hands phase through Odysseus and he sobs, unable to do anything to help.

Polites watches them patch up Odysseus before tying him to the mast. Polites stares blankly into the distance wondering how everything could have gone so wrong.

Part 2 here

[stylesispunk]

TIME CASTS A SPELL ON YOU, BUT YOU WON'T FORGET ME | CHAPTER 3

Joel Miller x f!oc

Chapter 3: damn your love, damn your lies

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Summary: fifteen years ago, amidst the filling of divorce papers and the broken promises of a happily ever after, the world collapsed. Amidst the ruins of cities and the remnants of dreams, Joel's search for his ex-wife began. No matter where he turned, the woman who had once loved him held him captive, a presence he couldn't escape.

word count: 2k>

warnings: tlou spoilers, fluff, angst (much), betrayal, no use of y/n.

a/n: Hello, part 3 is here! I've been having hard days lately so I'm not very inspired or motivated by this. I feel like the story lost the plot I had in mind at the beginning haha but it will make sense soon. PLEASE reblog and comment, your feedback feels like food to me?? If you have any questions, you can come to my blog and ask them. Happy reading💌

September 2003

Emily stumbled through the chaos that had consumed Texas. Smoke billowed from burning buildings, and the distant sounds of sirens and screams were a haunting reminder of the world she once knew was ending quickly. She had never imagined that civilization could crumble so easily.

Her heart raced as she navigated the streets once full of life, her eyes darting about in search of safety. Every face she passed was a potential threat. All those survival movies suddenly felt like a joke.

Emily's steps led her to a deserted alley, a place where she hoped to catch her breath and gather her thoughts. But she wasn't alone. A figure emerged from the shadows, and her body tensed with fear. 

The man, dressed in tattered clothes and with a wild look in his eyes, approached slowly. Emily instinctively took a step back, her hands trembling. She had no way of knowing if this man was friend or foe.

But then something unexpected happened. The man extended a hand, not as a threat, but as an offering. He spoke softly, his voice a stark contrast to the chaos that surrounded them.

 "You look like you could use some help," he said.

Emily hesitated, torn between her survival instincts and a desperate need for companionship. She took his hand, and he pulled her to her feet.

Now

Emily's eyes snapped open, and for a brief, disoriented moment, she had no idea where she was. The memories of the past days flooded back, and her heart pounded in her chest. She was in the car, with Joel and Ellie. Joel’s hands gripped the steering wheel, focused on the road ahead. Ellie’s gaze was fixed on the landscape outside the window. 

"Hey, you okay?" Ellie's voice broke through Emily's disorientation once she noticed her awakening. She turned to see Ellie's concerned eyes studying her.

Emily nodded, though her racing heart betrayed her. "Yeah, just a bad dream," she replied, her voice shaky.

Joel glanced at her briefly, concern flickering in his eyes before returning to the road. He didn't say anything, but deep down he felt Emily was hiding something. 

Emily tried to shake off the remnants of the dream, the memories of the first days navigating through this unknown world, and the memories of the mistakes she had made were taking their toll.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in her seat. Emily closed her eyes briefly, but her thoughts were interrupted.

“Nightmare?” Joel’s voice filled the air inside the truck. 

Emily sighed softly; her eyes still closed. "Yeah," she admitted, her voice carrying the weight of the memories that haunted her dreams. "Just a nightmare."

Joel's grip on the steering wheel seemed to tighten, a subtle sign of his concern for Emily. She could sense that he wanted to ask more, to dig deeper into what troubled her, but he remained silent.

Ellie, however, was never one to let things go easily. She shifted in her seat, leaning closer to Emily from the backseat. "Wanna talk about it?" she asked, her tone gentle and understanding.

Emily hesitated for a moment. She appreciated Ellie's concern, but there were things she wasn’t ready to face yet.

 "Not right now, Ellie," she replied softly, finally opening her eyes to look at the teenager. "Maybe later."

For now, she has decided to let the nightmares and memories rest. There would be time to confront them later.

"Slow down," Joel suggested, looking at the plate of food in Ellie's hand.

"This is slow," Ellie replied, inspecting the content skeptically. "What am I even eating?"

"That is a 20-year-old Chef Boyardee ravioli," Joel answered, talking around a mouthful of the same ravioli.

"That guy was good," Ellie remarked with her mouth full. 

"I actually agree," Joel admitted.

"How long are we staying out here?"

"I figure I sleep tonight... and drive all day tomorrow, all night, get us to Wyoming by next morning," Joel explained.

Ellie, feeling the chill of the night, inquired, "So, can we start a fire? I'm freezing."

Joel considered her request. "Now, why am I gonna tell you no?"

Emily voiced a concern, "Because Infected will see the smoke."

Joel shook his head confidently. "No. Fungus isn't that smart. This is too remote for Infected, anyway."

“People” Emily answered.

Ellie continued, "People? So, what are they gonna do? Rob us?"

Joel looked over at Emily, then at Ellie, a hint of caution in his eyes, as he replied, "Oh, they'll have way more in mind than that."

Emily shifted uncomfortable on the ground, so she decided to stand up and put a little distance between her and Joel and Ellie. The cold night air seemed to pierce through her bones, and she shivered involuntarily. The conversation reminded her just how bone-chilling the night could be when you are in danger. 

Joel and Ellie exchanged a glance, their unspoken communication indicating that they understood something was wrong with Emily. 

“Are you worried about her?” Ellie pipped up

“What?”

 Joel's eyes flicked to Emily, who was standing beside the car a few meters from them. He shifted uncomfortably on the ground, not used to having his emotions exposed so easily again. Not after he spent so many years building these walls.

"I'm just looking out for us," Joel grumbled, his tone gruff. But Ellie didn't buy it.

"You can lie, but your eyes don't," Ellie persisted. "You still care about her, don't you?"

Joel sighed, a heavy exhale that seemed to release some of the tension he was carrying. He spared a brief glance at Emily, and at that moment, their eyes locked. Despite the turbulent passing of time, there was still something between them. Something haunting all their what-ifs. 

"Yes,” Joel admitted quietly. "I’ve been caring about her my whole life.”

And even with the distance, Emily heard those words. She felt her soul breaking, and the swell of emotions and guilt inside her intensified. The past and the present intertwined together, weighing heavily on her. 

As the night settled in, and the three of them were getting comfortable to sleep, Ellie chuckled, breaking the tense atmosphere of the night. Joel grunted in response.

"Joel," Ellie persisted, raising her voice slightly to get his attention.

"What? Can I ask you a serious question?" Joel asked, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

"Yeah," Ellie replied, sighing playfully. "Why did the scarecrow get an award?"

Joel let out a deep, exasperated breath. "Because he was outstanding in his field."

Ellie burst into laughter. "You jerk! Did you read this somewhere?"

"No," Joel said, feigning innocence. "Now go to sleep."

As the laughter faded, Ellie's expression grew more serious.

"Hm. Those people you mentioned earlier," Ellie began, her voice quieter, "there's no way anyone knows we're here, right?"

"No one's gonna find us," Joel reassured, his voice steady despite the unease that still lingered in the air.

"Okay," Ellie replied, her voice tinged with relief.

"Actually, smells kinda good," Ellie added, snuggling herself inside her sleeping bag.

"Well, that would be Frank's then," Joel replied with a hint of amusement.

Joel didn’t sleep, instead, he kept his eyes open watching Emily’s movements. He knew something was bothering her. 

As the night grew darker, Joel couldn't bring himself to sleep. Instead, he kept his eyes open, watching Emily looking up at the sky as if she was pleading to the universe for something in return to her. He knew something was bothering her, his feelings for her still hung in the air, unresolved.

Emily had been lost in her thoughts, replaying the millions of thoughts inside her mind, and Joel took his chance to go and talk to her. 

“You know no one’s gonna find us here”, Joel broke the eerie silence in the middle of the night. 

His voice brought Emily back to the current moment. She turned to look at him. His eyes held a mixture of concern and something deeper, something unresolved.

"I know," Emily replied quietly, her voice carrying a hint of worry.

Joel shifted dangerously closer to her, the warmth of the moonlight dancing in his eyes. “What’s going on?” 

“Nothing” Emily answered.

"Emily," he said softly, his voice filled with concern, "you can talk to me, you know."

She hesitated for a moment; her gaze fixed on the trees on the horizon. The memories of the past, of the early days of the outbreak, were never far from her mind. She didn’t want to admit her feelings for the man beside her never burned into flames. They were there, still lingering in her heart. 

And she didn’t want to admit it either, it was that Joel wasn’t the bad man she thought he had become. He was a human, the man who once was her Joel. 

“Can I?” she questioned. 

Joel nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "You can," he affirmed, his voice a gentle reassurance.

Emily took a deep breath, the night air cool against her skin. She could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her chest, and yet, she was hesitating, as if she stood at the edge of a precipice, unsure of whether to take the leap into the unknown.

“I don’t wanna hurt you” she whispered.

Joel reached out and gently cupped Emily's cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. "Emily" he said softly, but the tone behind was desperation.

But she pulled away, before diving into her feelings, and Joel gave Emily the space she clearly needed. 

Emily took another deep breath, steadying herself. The night was quiet, and the moon cast a gentle glow around them. She knew she had to be honest with him, no matter how painful it might be.

"When we separated," she began, her voice soft, "I thought I was going to hate you for the rest of my life. I was angry at you, Joel, for what happened, for the choices you made alone. But as time went by, that anger turned into something else. It turned into longing."

Joel listened attentively, his eyes never leaving her face. The admission hung heavily in the air, a confession of emotions that had been festering in her heart for far too long. Emily's gaze remained fixed on the horizon, her eyes reflecting the moonlight.

"I couldn't forgive you," she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability.

"And I couldn't forget you," he interrupted, his words filled with a raw, unspoken longing.

Their words hung in the stillness of the night, each sentence carrying a weight that seemed to echo through the darkness around them.

Emily finally turned to look directly into Joel's eyes.

“But you found someone to share your life with Joel. Even when the world went to shit.” 

Joel met her gaze, his eyes holding a mix of emotions. "No," he replied, a hint of pain in his voice, "it wasn't like that."

"Joel, I—" Emily began, but he cut her off.

"Listen," he said with a determined tone. "The night everything went to hell, I searched everywhere for you. I searched for you for years."

Emily's eyes welled with tears as Joel's words sank in. She had spent years thinking that Joel had moved on. Now, hearing that he had searched for her all that time, her heart ached.

"Why didn't you find me?" Emily asked, her voice trembling. 

Joel's expression was haunted, his jaw clenched as he looked away briefly, memories of those dark times flooding back. "I tried," he admitted, his voice thick with regret. "But I couldn't find any trace of you."

Emily nodded, understanding the harsh reality of their situation. The outbreak had torn their lives apart, scattering them to the winds.

“So, you gave up. Like you always do” she spitted, even with the pain her voice was soft.

Joel continued, his voice carrying the weight of his past actions. "I never gave up on you, not in my heart. But I had to make choices in order to survive.”

“You know, back when it all started," she began, ignoring Joel’s words. "I was alone. And then I met someone. A man who saved my life that night” She took a deep breath “Mark” 

Joel's eyes widened in surprise. His heart broke a little bit at the possibility of Emily loving someone else. 

“That sweet man is haunting me now” Emily continued, her voice heavy with sadness.

"Why?" Joel finally asked, his voice tinged with frustration.

Emily shook her head, her eyes reflecting the pain of her past. “Because men don’t like when a woman outdo them” The bitterness in Emily's voice was a proof that people had become monsters. 

Joel couldn't help but clench his jaw at Emily's words. The bitterness in her voice painted a vivid picture of the kind of person that man had become for her.

Joel remained silent for a moment; his eyes focused solely on Emily. 

"We'll deal with him," Joel finally said, determination lacing his voice. "We'll find a way to stop him”

Emily's gratitude shone in her eyes as she looked at him. Despite the pain of their past, there was still a bond between them. 

The morning came with a soft and cheerful brightness. The sun's early rays bathed the sky in gentle orange and pink hues, creating a warm and welcoming glow over the landscape, embracing the three of them on a new day.

Birds started singing their symphony, filling the air with joyful melodies. The globe appeared to gently wake up as if shaking off the remnants of the night's gloom.

Joel was wide awake, his gaze fixated on Emily's sleeping form. He had a glimmer of optimism that after last night their shattered relationship could be rebuilt over again.

However, his peaceful scenario was shattered by Ellie.

"Ugh! The hell is that?" Ellie grimaced, eyeing a cup of coffee in disdain.

"You don't like coffee?" Joel raised an eyebrow, amused by her reaction.

“You didn't sleep," she said, ignoring Joel’s question. 

"Not much," Joel admitted, glancing over at Emily, who had managed to doze off during the night.

Ellie smirked mischievously. 

“It’s not what you think” Joel added hastily, anticipating Ellie's imagination. He wanted to make sure she didn't jump to any conclusions about his relationship with Emily.

Emily stirred, slowly opening her eyes. She met Joel's gaze, and a sense of calm passed between them. Last night's conversation felt like opening a door to a part of their past that had been buried. Joel offered a small, reassuring smile, and Emily responded with a hesitant one of her own. It was a fragile moment, a glimpse of the possibility that they could find their way back to each other. 

It he only knew.

As they packed up the car and prepared to hit the road once more, Emily's gaze fell on her belongings inside her backpack. Guilt gnawed at her, and she knew she needed to come clean. 

Emily took a deep breath and approached Joel with a hesitant expression. "

"Joel," she said quietly, there's something I need to tell you."

“Can it wait?” Joel asked, his voice laced with concern. "We're gonna hit the road, and I don't want any surprises right now."

Emily hesitated but the weight of her confession was becoming unbearable.

"It can’t," she replied, her voice filled with regret. "I have to tell you now."

Joel's brows furrowed as he considered her words. He wanted to trust Emily, but he also knew that they weren’t the same. 

He nodded, a sigh escaping his lips. "Tell me."

“But before you get mad or something, promise me you will listen” Emily urged, her voice filled with apprehension.

Emily took a deep breath, her fingers trembling. But in despair, Joel took the crumpled piece of paper from Emily's hand, his fingers gripping it tightly. He unfolded it and quickly scanned the contents. The heading at the top of the page read, "Wanted: Joel Miller." The pamphlet contained a crude drawing of Joel's face, along with a list of crimes attributed to him, both real and exaggerated.

Joel's heart raced as he read through the document. He looked up at Emily, his expression somber.

"Emily," he said quietly, holding up the pamphlet, "What is this?

a/n: So what do you think is happening? betrayal?

tags: @joeldjarin @catchallfangirl @phoebe13

[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom. It got a bit more heated than I intended. As always, I blame the boys...

Note: mature content.

Taking advantage

It’s been fourteen days and seven hours since he last kissed and held Sherlock in his arms. The whole business is hateful to say the least. John’s been bedridden with the flu and hasn’t been able to join Sherlock on this case until now. 

Lestrade’s given him a ride to the estate, and one of the staff, who’s a friend of Sherlock’s parents, shows John to a dressing room. To blend in with the other guests, John’s apparently expected to dress up. He curses silently, but the thought of seeing Sherlock again, makes it all worth while, or so John hopes.

John feels ridiculous in his costume, but not a soul in the dining room lifts an eyebrow when he enters. Probably because everyone present also wears clothes from another era. There are no smartphones, electrical lighting, women in trousers; nothing that reminds one of that they actually live in the 21st century. 

John gets a glimpse of himself in a mirror and startles. It’s hard to get used to how different he looks. His shirt is white and ruffled. That garment alone makes him blush. The jacket is light green with golden embroidery, his breeches are white and made of silk, as are his stockings. It took some time getting used to walk in shoes with heels, but needs must, and John thinks he’s pulled it off thus far. And there’s of course the perk of being almost at Sherlock’s height, because Sherlock’s dressed as a servant, and his shoes are his own black ones.

He searches the room and finds Sherlock in the far corner, standing perfectly still like a statue. Only his eyes are wandering and scrutinising the people attending the event. As John moves closer, the candles in the candlesticks on the wall, flicker. The movement catches Sherlock’s eyes and they widen when he sees John approach him. He swallows hard, and John has a difficult time trying to hide his smirk. Seeing Sherlock this affected by his presence, dressed in the baroque-like costume, makes John’s stomach do a somersault. Sherlock’s eyes don’t seem to find John’s attire ridiculous at all. His tongue darts out to lick those perfect lips, and John feels a blush rise up his neck. 

“Meet me upstairs in the dressing room in ten minutes,” Sherlock whispers almost inaudibly.

John gives a tiny nod and makes another circuit through the room before he slips out and walks up the carpeted stairs. He shivers with anticipation and a jolt of lust surges through his body with the thought of meeting Sherlock in mere minutes. It’s been ages!

While John waits, he remembers how the candles in the dining room had highlighted the auburn in Sherlock’s curls and how his alabaster skin had seemed almost glowing.

His breeches are gentler with his growing erection than his normal jeans. There’s more room in the silky trousers. John misses the pressure. This feels like he’s not properly hard for Sherlock, but when his hand strokes the front of the silky fabric, he finds his penis ready and waiting.

Sirens and shouting can be heard from downstairs. 

Lestrade and the Yard’s finest have arrived. 

Outside the dressing room, hurried but silent steps are heard. And then the door opens and Sherlock’s where he belongs. In John’s arms. They kiss frantically, desperate and filthy with tongues and teeth.

“God, I’ve missed you!” Sherlock exclaims and bites John’s earlobe.

“Yeah, me too. Your voice, your hands, you,” John pants, and desperately tries to pull Sherlock’s shirt free from his trousers to get access to bare skin.

Sherlock’s moan when John’s hands slide up his torso and find his nipples, is obscene. John takes advantage of being almost as tall as Sherlock wearing heels and cups his face. He looks him straight in the eyes without needing to strain his neck.

“Promise me that we never have to be apart for a fortnight again, Sherlock. Ever! Do you even know how much I’ve…”

Sherlock interrupts him with a deep and feverish kiss, then kisses John’s forehead, nose and cheeks. Their eyes lock and there’s nothing else but the two of them in the whole world.

“Never again, John. Now allow me to help you get rid of this,” Sherlock murmurs and palms John’s erection carefully.

“God, yes,” John sighs relieved and gives himself over to Sherlock’s deft fingers, tongue and lips.

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[magicalmyths]

i decided why not share with you what i have so far for my fic Haunted Thunder where Polites as a spirit watches the events of the thunder saga for Scylla i used my EPIC OCs for the dead men so if you want to know more about them just ask and i will send link

Time didn't work as it used to and Polites was left to float around aimlessly in the bleak underworld.He faintly remembers seeing Odysseus but already it was fading from his mind, how long has he been here? Minutes? Months? Years? He has no idea. He is jolted out of his endless wandering and finds himself on a boat with…Odysseus?! Polites shakes himself out of his shock before rushing to hug his friend only to find himself unable to touch him only passing through him. He tries again to grab Odysseus’s arm and again he passes through his friend. “Odysseus!” Nobody hears him though and as Polites sinks to the deck he hears singing coming from the ocean. Odysseus starts responding to a voice..wait it can't be possible. Penelope has no way of being out at sea like this so what? The answer hits him hard ...no please don't be sirens! All Polites can focus on is stopping Odysseus from answering the siren's call. Any attempt is ignored until Odysseus raises his bow and…shoots at the siren? Polites breathes a sigh of relief as Odysseus reveals he had known all along about the sirens. The sirens had been caught and Polites couldn't help but smile. His friend always has a plan and this time was no exception. The sirens call for mercy and Polites waits for Odysseus to convince the sirens to leave and not bother them only to freeze at the order shouted to the wind. “Cut off their tails and throw them back in the water. Let them all drown.” Polites just stands there in shock before flinching as the crew obeys the order. Blood and screams fill the air. He slumps to the deck and sees Odysseus, cold and uncaring as he watches the sirens be thrown back into the sea before sailing on leaving behind a sea of blood and bodies.Polites feels sick to his stomach.

Everything fades away revealing another scene. They seem to be sailing through a dark cave and a haunting tune fills the air leaving the entire crew on edge.Odysseus orders for 6 torches to be lit and passed out to crewmembers. Polites tenses as six monstrous heads centering around a terrifying body emerge from the inky depths of the cave. He rushes towards someone holding a torch unaware of the monster behind him wishing desperately to save them. It was a meaningless effort as he passed through them only able to watch as blood splatters the deck and soon Polites screams mix in with the screams of the crew being picked off and eaten. One of the feathers from Julien’s ankle wings, a broken claw necklace from Nox, a scrap of Charis’s scarf. Everything is soaked in blood as Polites sobs and screams at all the death. He knows the names of everyone that was eaten.Julien who always put up an unbothered and mischievous front to hide his fear of hurting people he cared about. Nox who often used his silent footsteps and cat eyes to scare the crew. Charis who loves to sew as a way to be close to his dead mom. Lykos who only wanted to explore the world outside of the forest they grew up in. Almi the quarter water nymph who gifts any scales he sheds to people he trusts and loved swimming with dolphins. Therme who welcomes hugs and cuddles using his above average temperature to keep everyone warm with a smile. Huedo with his calming aura letting crew members sleep in his room to keep nightmares away. They are all dead now, life ended brutally and abruptly. Polites throws up as he sobs and grieves.

Polites is pulled out of his grief by Eurylochus’s voice. “Please tell me you didn't know that would happen. Look me in the eyes Captain and tell me you didn't just sacrifice 6 men!” Polites stared at Eurylochus in shock. How could he ever think that about Odysseus he would NEVER. But the silence drags on “SAY SOMETHING!” Eurylochus was breathing hard and Odysseus sharply turns to face him “I CANT.” Polites stares at Odysseus in disbelief. Now that he thinks about it Odysseus had not reacted at all to the men being eaten almost like….like he had expected it… Polites covers his mouth as his eyes tear up, feeling sick again. Odysseus didn't actually sacrifice 6 of the crew right? He watches Eurylochus face harden “then you leave me no choice.” Eurylochus draws out the giant sword from his back and faces Odysseus. “Please brother don't make me fight you!” Odysseus is panicking but as Eurylochus charges he pulls out his own sword to block with gritted teeth. Polites feels himself start shaking as he watches the fight. What could have happened after he had died?! How could this happen?! Eurylochus is knocked down and Odysseus raises his sword for the final strike “I won't let you get in my way!” Before he can deal the final blow he starts coughing up blood and he turns and sees that another crew member had stabbed him in the back with tearful eyes. Odysseus’s eyes fill with pain both emotional and physical “My brothers…why..” He falls forward landing on the deck with a thud. Polites cries out and stumbles over to his fallen friend. Once again his hands phase through Odysseus and he sobs, unable to do anything to help. Polites watches them patch up Odysseus before tying him to the mast. Polites stares blankly into the distance wondering how everything could have gone so wrong.

After everything that he has seen so far, Polites' heart aches for his friend. He does not know what had happened but the rest of the fleet being missing promises a heartbreaking answer. Whatever it was that happened changed Odysseus so much that he can hardly recognize his friend. The Odysseus he knows always has a spark of mischief in his warm eyes. He always tries his best to avoid unnecessary fighting and bloodshed. He always puts his all into keeping everyone alive and safe, never asking them to do anything he himself would not do. The Odysseus he knew is nowhere to be seen anymore. The spark of life in his eyes has all but faded, becoming cold and calculated. This Odysseus shows no mercy, only cruelty. He is willing to sacrifice his men to a monster. This new Odysseus is a monster himself willing to do anything to survive. If Polites had survived would things have been different? If he had not died to the cyclops would his friend have been able to laugh and smile still? Polites leans against the mast next to his friend and grieves the broken person Odysseus had become.

You're evil omg why would you do this to me holy crap

I love angst though so thanks for this 😭

This definitely hurt to read

[sublieu]

𝙎𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮

✖ -Hi its me! I'm here to both Send all my love To you (Hope my gf doesn't see this-) and ask for an Redson smut, it can be what ever you like bc youre good as hell at this shit! And sorry if i did some miss spelling- my first language isn't english - @zmzsnakes

wc - 900 words

cw - dubcon/noncon, hypnotism, interspecies [bull+snake], Fellatio [aka blowjob], little asphyxiation.

ref - ⚉ ⚆ ⚇

music - so high/Doja cat

copyright - "All quotes, wording and editing belong to ©sublieu 2022; do not attempt to claim, steal or copy this post as your own"

Redson was good with his hands; He created most if not every single tech that his parents owned. And he made good profit doing so by using his work to fix complicated machinery.

And today he would be visiting a new client of his, fixing the generator used to create items that he himself buys; Cogs, nails and the occasional helper bot or two, he's seen the work you've made and he couldn't be all the more impressed.

As he slows into your garage, he notices that you weren't there to greet him. A bit odd for sure but he ignores this as he wanted to hurry to his next appointment. Entering your living room through the door and going to the attic, where you worked.

Redson looks around in awe as he walks into the room, the room didn't smell of metal and rust. It smelt sweet, like baked cookies and toasted bread. Another red flag, he thought and hurries to look for your generator.

He struggles to find your generator through the dimly lit attic, unaware that you were right behind him, your tail making a slow rattling noise to mess with him whilst he peers around the room before flicking his finger to make a small light; Bouncing into your frame and falling on his back before sitting up.

"Mind telling me why the place is so dark?" He gruffs and stands up to brush off his clothes, staring right into your eyes as you hummed a rhythmic tune; Lulling him into a trance as you wrapped your tail around his waist, cooing him like a siren and leading him into your nest.

His mind was nowhere in sight, giggling like a child from a recent sugar rush as he rests on your chest. Making motions to kiss you by kissy face motions, which you eagerly obliged to. Gifting him sloppy kisses all the way to his collarbone and chest, most of them shaped into hearts by your [f/c] lipstick. Redson already getting a hard on from the constricted feeling of your tail wrapping around him.

He was so desperate for another taste, whining like a lonely pup as you coo and lie him down on your nest of pillows. Laying beside him and pulling down his pants and touching his boner as you litter his face with more kisses, your tail loosening to make him more comfortable.

His sweet whimpers rung as you stroke his cock, the slick sound of pre the only sound in the room alongside his moans. His shakey fingers clinging to your t-shirt to hide away from his pleasure, which you were not having; Slithering down to his pants and kissing the tip and wrapping your tongue around the base of his cock, causing his toes clenching in on themselves from the sensitivity.

Your mouth was so warm, drool seeping at the corners of your mouth as you sucked him down, squeezing and slightly biting to tease him even further as his hands tangled in your hair and tears running down his face the more he tries to resist and wake up.

But he didn't want to, if anything he wanted more. He wanted to be suffocated in pleasure but he had a job to do, but he just couldn't say no. Only broken moans and heavy gasps escaped his lips.

Your claws groped and handled his balls whilst your tongue worked in motion to give off the feeling he's thrusting and giggling when he starts begging for you to stop, only to run behind closed ears as your moans vibrated against his dick.

And he tries so hard not to cum, to not give you the pleasure and ego boost you wanted. But how can he not when your tongue worked magic on him. His hands having a mind of their own and holding down your head to limit your movements. Only slowing down just to ease his tension before overworking himself again.

Poor Redson, his cock throbbing and sore from denying his orgasm. His face red with blush and his eyelids heavy as he finally relaxed, letting his body ease up so he can cum; His hands still entangled in your hair however as he needs something to hold onto for balance.

Until he snaps, forcing his cock down your throat and almost choking you on his cum as his legs bucked and fidgeted. His whole body curling up around your face as you swallowed down *most* of his cum, some seeping through your mouth and onto his stomach before letting go with a pleasurable pop. Kissing the tip of his cock and slithering off for a washcloth and some water, giving him just enough time to run away and jump through your attic window; Checking his phone to see nearly 28 missed calls and 300 texts, most of them from Mk and Mei.

"They're not gonna believe me after this" He groans and starts his car before driving off. He may have to come over sometime.... Probably every other day.

©sublieu 2022; All rights Reserved

*part 2?*

[weaponizedvirtue]

Close Contact {Peaky Blinders}

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (gender-fluid former soldier from "The Face I Hide Behind")

Summary: Travelling on your own, it was inevitable that you'd eventually meet trouble. But this was more than you bargained for; you go to an old friend for help.

Notes/Triggers: First chapter is more of a teaser. Triggers are kind of heavy in this one: sexual assault, violence, transphobia, murder

Tagged: @everythingelseisextra, @ce1iat, @morrigan-crowmwell, @running-outof-time, @straight-outta-kirkwall

*

The phone rings. And rings and rings and rings. For a beat, your heart sits in the back of your throat.

There isn't anyone else to call.

Then the voice you were waiting for, deep and husky with sleep, stutters through and the anchor in your chest drops into your stomach.

"Shelby."

You grasp for words for a moment, panic and fatigue weighing down on you. You would have been fine on your own. You shouldn't have called. There are no sirens yet, no cries of murder on the street, it's late and quiet and empty-

"Hello?"

Annoyance weaves into Thomas's voice and you can imagine his hand hovering over the receiver to hang up the phone. It's now or never.

"Tom. Wait, it's me."

There's a pause, the rustle of someone shifting into motion, and Thomas's frustration bleeds into concern as he speaks again.

"Marie.” More shifting and a soft click, mechanically dull somewhere in the background. A lamp most likely. Guilt churns in your stomach again; he sleeps little enough as it is, even when you’re not calling at the bloody witching hour. “Are you alright?"

“Uh-”

There’s part of you that wants to say yes, that just needed to hear his voice, growling at your demons until they receded back into the shadows. But what sits on your chest now is tougher than that, a beast of bad choices and consequences and it digs sharpened fangs into your skin. You’d summoned it yourself, a desperate act but yours nonetheless, and it tears at your arms and your legs and your head just to remind you.

You did this. You called me out, it says. 

You thought it best to call someone who knew monsters. Tom dealt in them daily and really, there was no other person you wanted to speak to after-.

"No. I’m not. I was attacked."

The words come slow, slicking your teeth with oil then crowding back into your mouth to block the rest. The sound on the other end of the line ceases and you’re not sure if Tom simply stopped moving or if your ears have just stopped working. Your chest aches and your hands dive beneath your shirt. There should be an extra band there, a stiff bit of cotton you’d fashioned together to feel a little more like you, look a little more like you. But it’s long gone and the new scar angling across your collarbone and down over your left breast stings as your hand brushes across it instead.

You bite down on your tongue to stifle a yelp of surprise and you step back against the glass of the phone booth. It’s too small, too tight a space, and shadows shift down the street at the edge of your vision. You suck in a breath of air, pinching the bridge of your nose right between your eyes.

“Marie?”

Tom’s voice cuts through for a moment, nothing but static and the hum of something resembling words, and you drag yourself back. Focus focus focus. Your dime will run out fast at this rate.

“I’m okay. Drunk followed me out and I wasn’t paying attention.” Should have been paying attention. You should have been paying attention. Rookie move.

For a moment, you don’t want to explain anymore. You just want to listen to Thomas Shelby’s voice and tie yourself to the solid human being that he pretends so well to be. You just want him there, holding up the glass and warding off the monsters.

“Marie, tell me where you are.”

It’s an order, a blissfully easy-to-answer order and you nod as if he’s there, pressing your hand flat against the door.

“I’m in Bedworth. Look, it was stupid, I know, and I didn’t… He tried to- things got out of hand.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.” 

He’s being Tom, strategic and level-headed Tom, but you’re not done. You’d called Tom because he knew how to bury beasts. The one that you silenced alone lies out in the alleyway, its eyes wide and blind, its throat bloodied and torn. The one you’d hoped to have left in the trenches, unneeded and far too angry, far too much to tuck into one person, settles into the pit of your chest and rakes invisible claws across your bruised insides.

“I killed him, Thomas.”

The words in your ear cut off abruptly, the directions Tom had been giving you dropping off to silence as he drank in the new information. You swallow and drag a hand across your face to wipe at your eyes.

“I’ll take care of it, Marie. The White Lion, one hour.”

[areyoudreaminof]

To Hell With a Reputation: A Mor Playlist

Not who you were expecting? Neither was I! Mor caught me by surprise the first time I read ACOMAF. This bright, fearless, and loyal lady was the first female friend Feyre had ever had, giving her the guidance that the males in her new fae life weren't quite able to give. "Don't Let The Hard Days Win" is probably a mantra for most of us now. Beneath that bubbly exterior, you have this complex individual who has survived terrible trauma and hides a lot of herself, to her own detriment. I think she deserves more in story. Like Cassian's playlist, I gave myself a lot more leeway with the music. Much more colorful sounds, but some darker lyrics. Listen Here! And meet me behind the cut!

PYNK-Janelle Monáe. Grimes)

Pynk like the paradise found Pynk when you're blushing inside, baby Pynk is the truth you can't hide, maybe Pynk like the folds of your brain, crazy Pynk as we all go insane

'Cause, boy, it's cool if you got blue We got the pynk

Raspberry Swirl-Tori Amos

I am not your señorita I am not from your tribe If you want inside her well Boy, you better make her raspberry swirl Things are getting desperate When all the boys can't be men Everybody knows I'm her friend Everybody knows I'm her man

Jesca Hoop-Free of the Feeling

When the ringing bell falls deaf, we go look for dark Where no flag is waving red, we look for dark Out where there's no whites of eyes, out where there's no stars Casting far and watching night, we go look for dark

To get free of the feeling Free of the feeling

Uninvited-Alanis Morissette

Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you, you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Must be strangely exciting To watch the stoic squirm

Same Ol' Mistakes-Rihanna

I can just hear them now "How could you let us down?" But they don't know what I found Or see it from this way around Feeling it overtake All that I used to hate Worried 'bout every trait I tried but it's way too late All the signs I don't read Two sides of me can't agree When I breathe in too deep Going with what I always longed for

Birch Tree-Foals

Come meet me by the river See how time it flows I'll meet you by the river See how time it flows And when we age Shed our skin and grow We shed our layers Spread our wings and go

Some things Cosmic-Angel Olsen

Before we draw, my dear dear friend I promise you my word If we should part, my dear dear love You know you’re in my heart And though I may be getting older Know that I'm going with you Know that I'm hanging on to the things that you said The things that you said

Laura Palmer-Bastille

Walking out into the dark, cutting out a different path Lead by a beating heart All the people of the town cast their eyes right to the ground In matters of the heart The night was all you had You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path up on the ground You ran into the night; you can't be found But this is your heart Can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Ocean Drive-Duke Dumont

As the sirens fill the lonely air Oh, how did we get here now, now, now, babe We see a storm is closing in Pretending we ain't scared

Don't say a word while we dance with the devil You brought a fire to a world so cold We're out of time on the highway to never Hold on (Hold on), hold on (Hold on)

Silent Machine-Cat Power

I walk on through woods and its streets every night Walk through people who walk too close Into each other they're hanging I am told there's a mother you may remember

In the name of the father but never the ghost Me I use the money for those just as hard Who hung his head for the ladies or pretended he did

The Lion's Roar-First Aid Kit

But don't you come here and say I didn't warn you About the way your world can alter And oh how you try to command it all still Every single time it all shifts one way or the other And I'm a goddamn coward, but then again so are you And the lion's roar, the lion's roar Has me evading and hollering for you And I never really knew what to do

Leave a Trace-CHVRCHES

I will show restraint Just like we said we should You think I'll apologise for things I left behind But you got it wrong And I'm as sane as I ever was You talk far too much For someone so unkind I will wipe the salt off of my skin And I'll admit that I got it wrong And there is grey between the lines

Birth in Reverse-St. Vincent

Like a birth in reverse What I saw through the blinds You could say that I'm saying Phenomenal lies On the cosmic eternity Party line

This tune will haunt me through the war Ha, ha, ha, ha ha Laugh all you want but I want more 'Cause what I'm swearing, I've never sworn before

Woman King-Iron & Wine

Blackbird claw, raven wing Under the red sunlight Long clothesline, two shirtsleeves Waving as we go by

Hundred years, hundred more Someday we may see a Woman king, wristwatch time Slowing as she goes to sleep

Rainbow-Kacey Musgraves

When it rains, it pours But you didn't even notice It ain't rainin' anymore It's hard to breathe when all you know is The struggle of stayin' above the risin' water line Well, the sky has finally opened The rain and wind stopped blowin' But you're stuck out in the same ol' storm again You hold tight to your umbrella Well, darlin', I'm just tryin' to tell ya That there's always been a rainbow Hangin' over your head

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[marinawolf]

Can we hop on the angst train again? Another quarterly assassin attempt, but Lex has Lena in checkmate and succeeds. Supergirl was diverted far away and doesn’t get to Lena in time. (Lena has some sort of Ironman moment? Idk, injuries obviously but please don’t kill Lena off. No pressure at all, but depending if/how you wrote this, you could really break our hearts with 2 parts/split the one shot - write both of their POVs)

Okay, it's not in two parts but it's a long one. I hope you like it:

(Kara didn't get there in time, and Lena gets hurt. Lex Luthor up to his shenanigans once again. Lena gets hurt and Kara loses it. She goes after Lex. Confessions of love etc. Very angsty, very sweet. Protective Kara.)

Please Don't Let Go (Supercorp)

by marinawolf

Kara's heart pounded in her chest as she soared through the sky, her red cape billowing behind her. The city was engulfed in chaos, the air thick with smoke and the sounds of sirens blaring. A building had exploded, and trapped inside were a group of innocent school children who had been visiting on a field trip. It was Supergirl's duty to save them, to be their hero.

But as she reached the scene, her eyes widened in horror. Lex Luthor had left a chilling message for her, in flaming letters burned into the ground, taunting her with a cruel ultimatum.

"Innocents or your love? You choose, Supergirl."

The weight of his words bore down on her, and a surge of panic coursed through her veins. She couldn't bear the thought of losing Lena, not now, not ever. Lex was somehow aware of her feelings for Lena, even if Kara tried to hide it from herself, and was using the lives of innocent children as leverage. Kara's panic escalated, but she couldn't abandon the children in need. Using her freeze breath, Supergirl extinguished the raging flames, creating a path to reach the trapped children.

J'onn J'onzz, the Martian Manhunter, materialized beside her. The building creaked, but she turned to J'onn and desperately uttered one word, her voice laced with fear and urgency, "Lena."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, J'onn assured her, "I've got this, Supergirl. Go find her."

Without wasting another moment, Kara soared through the sky, her mind filled with panic. She headed straight for Lena's office, hoping against hope that she would find her there. But as she burst through the doors, Lena was nowhere to be seen. Kara's panic intensified, her control slipping away.

Just when she thought all hope was lost, she heard Lena's piercing scream. Kara's heart nearly stopped, but she didn't hesitate. She followed the sound, smashing through the window of a high-rise building. Her arrival was met with a barrage of guards, but she fought with an unrelenting fury, unable to hold back her strength.

Kara knew she had to reach Lena, for she sensed the danger that surrounded her. Her fists flew with the force of a thousand suns, but her mind was focused on one thing—saving Lena. As she finally reached the room where Lena was held captive, her eyes widened in horror.

There stood Lex, one hand pointing a gun at Lena while gripping a lethal Kryptonite blaster in the other. Before Kara could reach them, a searing pain shot through her body as Lex blasted her with the deadly substance. She heard Lena scream her name in anguish as she fell to the ground, her powers dwindling and her strength slipping away.

Kara reached out, her fingers straining to touch Lena, to protect her. But before she could make contact, the sound of the gunshot echoed through the room. Pain seared through Kara's chest as Lex's bullet found its mark in Lena's abdomen. Time seemed to slow as everything blurred into a nightmarish haze. Lex's chilling laughter filled the air, "Sorry, sis. It had to happen at some point," he taunted, before making his escape.

With the last of her energy, Kara cradled Lena in her arms, desperately trying to stop the bleeding with her hands. tears streaming down her face. She whispered desperate pleas for her to stay, to fight, and to know that she was loved. Her voice choked with grief. "I love you, Lena," she whispered over and over, finally confessing, the words a desperate plea. "Please, please don't leave me. Please don't let go."

Summoning her strength, Kara lifted Lena's fragile body and took to the skies, racing against time to reach the DEO. She burst through the doors, her voice filled with desperation, "Help her! Please, save her!"

The medical team sprang into action, rushing Lena into surgery. As soon as Lena was lifted from Kara's arms, Kara collapsed, her body weakened from the Kryptonite exposure. The world went blank, and the only image in her mind was Lena, covered in blood all because Kara couldn't save her.

-

As Kara drifted into consciousness, she immediately sat up, ignoring her weakened state and the screech of the machines attached to her. "Lena?" she asked, desperately.

Alex approached her with a mixture of relief and concern. "Relax, Kara. You're still weak, but Lena is fine. We managed to stop the bleeding and remove the bullet. She's stable."

Overwhelmed with relief, Kara's body sagged and she let go of the tears she had been holding back. She felt a tremendous weight lifted from her shoulders, knowing that Lena was alive and would have a chance at recovery. But guilt gnawed at her, and she sobbed, confessing to Alex, "I couldn't protect her."

Alex's voice was filled with empathy as she reassured her sister, "You did everything you could, Kara. You are an amazing friend. You saved her life, and we'll make sure she pulls through. It's going to be okay."

In that moment, Kara clung to Alex's words, finding solace in the hope that Lena would recover.

Days turned into nights as Lena lay motionless in her hospital bed, battling the darkness that enveloped her unconscious form. Kara spent every waking moment by her side, her heart heavy with worry and longing. She yearned to see those beautiful blue-green eyes open once more, to witness the spark of life returning to Lena's gaze.

Then, on a quiet evening, as the soft glow of the moon spilled into the room, Lena stirred. Her lashes fluttered and Kara's breath caught in her throat, anticipation mingling with trepidation as she watched Lena's eyes slowly open.

Her eyes were luminous and shining, the color shining through the haze of pain. Kara's heart soared at the sight, a mix of relief and guilt flooding her entire being. She had almost lost Lena, and the fear of a future without her had been unbearable.

Before Kara could utter a word, Lena's voice, weak but filled with hope, filled the room. "You love me?" she whispered, her gaze searching Kara's face for confirmation.

Tears welled up in Kara's eyes as she nodded, unable to form words. It was a declaration that had been long overdue, a confession she had kept hidden for far too long.

Lena's trembling lips curled into a smile, a mix of joy and relief washing over her features. Tears streamed down her face as she held onto Kara's hands, her grip weak.

But even as the emotions washed over them, Lena's strength waned. The toll of her injuries and the lingering weakness overtook her fragile body. With a soft sob, she clung to Kara's hands, her grip slipping as she faded back into unconsciousness.

Kara's heart ached as she watched Lena slip away once more, her love and concern mingling with hope for a swift recovery. She leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss to Lena's forehead.

--

Kara sat there, unmoving for hours, waiting for Lena to wake up again, but Alex had warned her that Lena needed to rest. She had lost too much blood and her injuries were severe. She would need to rest.

"Kara," Alex whispered, trying not to startle Kara.

She turned around to see her sister looking concerned, a tablet in her hands.

"We have a situation," Alex said, gesturing at the tablet, "It's Lex again. I'll meet you in the front."

With a determined nod, Kara rose from Lena's side, preparing to follow Alex out of the room.

"Kara, no. Please." A soft whisper came from the bed behind her. Kara turned to see Lena, her eyes desperate. Her heart broke to see Lena look so shattered, so weakened. Lena had always been a force, and to see what Lex had done to her only fuelled Kara's rage.

Her heart had leapt at the sound of Lena's voice and she wanted to stay but she had to end this.

"I have to end this, Lena. He won't stop trying to hurt you. I can't let him do that again."

Lena closed her eyes, tears slipping out.

"He has Kryptonite, Kara."

"I know, but I'll be careful. I have to do this."

Lena nodded and Kara turned to leave, her focus now on destroying Lex, once and for all.

"I love you, too, Kara," Lena whispered as Kara reached the door.

With those words echoing in her ears, Kara soared into the sky, her heart brimming with a newfound sense of purpose. She would confront Lex head-on, for Lena's sake and for the love they shared. Nothing would stand in her way.

As Supergirl, Kara pursued Lex across the city, her powers at the forefront of the battle. Finally, she cornered Lex on the roof of the L Corp building, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and defiance. "This ends now, Lex. You will never hurt Lena again."

Lex sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, Supergirl, you're always so predictable."

Before Kara could respond, Lex activated a concealed device, releasing a wave of Kryptonite gas. She gasped as the debilitating effects washed over her, her strength waning. But even in her weakened state, she refused to surrender.

Summoning the last vestiges of her powers, Kara managed stumble into him, causing the device to fall and clatter across the floor.

As Kara stood face to face with Lex, her body trembled with a mix of fury and anguish. The sight of him, the man responsible for causing harm to the woman she loved, ignited a fire within her that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kara unleashed her pent-up rage, her fists flying with a ferocity that shook the very ground beneath them. Each punch she landed on Lex's face carried the weight of her love for Lena and the pain he had inflicted upon her.

Her vision blurred with an overwhelming surge of emotions, the red haze of anger clouding her judgment. The sounds of her knuckles connecting with Lex's flesh reverberated in the air, echoing her wrath.

But amidst the chaos, a weak gasp escaped Lex's bloodied lips. "She won't forgive you if you kill me," he managed to choke out, his voice laced with malicious satisfaction.

Those words pierced through Kara's rage, grounding her momentarily. She froze, her fists still raised, realizing the truth in Lex's twisted statement. Killing him wouldn't bring justice or healing—it would only deepen the wounds Lena had suffered.

In that moment, Kara's love for Lena overpowered her rage. She took a step back, her breathing ragged as she fought to regain control. The full weight of the consequences loomed over her, and she knew she had to be the beacon of strength Lena needed.

Summoning every ounce of her willpower, Kara restrained herself, her fists slowly unclenching. She couldn't let her emotions cloud her judgment, not when Lena's life and love were at stake.

With a newfound determination, Kara approached the battered and broken Lex. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Swiftly, she bound him with unyielding strength, rendering him immobile.

Without a word, Kara grabbed Lex and took flight, soaring through the night sky. The weight of her actions and the consequences of her anger lingered in her mind, but she knew she had made the right choice—for Lena, for their love.

Arriving at the DEO, Kara handed Lex over to the agents, her grip on him unyielding. Her voice resonated with a quiet danger, causing the agents to tremble slightly. "Make sure he never escapes again."

As the agents secured Lex in a containment cell, Kara turned away, her gaze fixed on the path ahead. The rage that had consumed her now transformed into something else.

With Lex defeated and in custody, Kara returned to Lena's side, her breath labored and her body still trembling from the Kryptonite's effects. Lena's eyes widened in concern as she took in Kara's weakened state.

"You're hurt," Lena whispered, her voice laced with worry.

Kara managed a weak smile, her love for Lena radiating from her gaze. "It's over, Lena. I got him."

Finally feeling the extent of her exposure to the Kryptonite, Kara let herself collapse. Lena was safe. Lex was in custody. She could rest.

[thebigsl33p]

Can The Killer In Me, Tame The Fire In You, Or Is There Nothing Left To Do For Us?

A/N: this one goes out to all my maladaptive daydreaming girls who have to create the most intricate canon divergent storylines in their heads to fall asleep.

Warnings: Shit writing, mention of death, infected, canon divergence like absolute rewrite so it fits my little brain storyline. Joel Miller. I kinda picked out bits and pieces from the game and TV series, sorry ANGST, ALL I WANTED WAS SOME DEAD DAUGHTER FANFIC INSTEAD ITS ALL SMUT not complaining BUT

Y/N dreams the same thing every night.

It starts on a beach. It's an average day, the sea is a moderate shade of dark blue and the sun is occasionally shining, peeking out intermittently from behind clouds, lighting up the sand like a thousand shiny gems. Music begins to play, an old rock song from the Eighties or Nineties that Y/N can't quite place. And then it stops abruptly with the sound of a needle scratching a record, screaming and gunshots that reverberate around the dreamscape. Mist and fog roll into the beach, and out onto the sea, turning the sand into a dull yellow and the water black and obscuring Y/N's sight.

And then two figures appear. One is short and thin with afro hair, the other tall and muscular with short hair, and they walk hand in hand. They are merely silhouettes but Y/N is struck with a feeling of familiarity as they get closer and closer and closer to her. She realises too late who they are - Joel and Sarah - and she realises even later what's wrong with them. How they shambled their way over to her should've been enough of a clue, but for some reason, she just didn't pick up. But then Joel starts to twitch and shake and Sarah groans, and both of them have glossy eyes and pale, clammy skin. Their jaws move desperately around nothing, trying to clamp down, but also trying to form words, "Help me" and "I'm sorry" slurred from their lips.

-

Without knowing why, or with any notion of cognitive thought, she raises her arms and splays her hands to welcome them into her embrace. She cries as she does it, as they stumble into her and wrap themselves around her neck and waist. They are both covered in bite marks, blood and grime, and they bite down on her at the same time.

The imagined pain is what wakes her up, like an alarm clock, and sends her into another day's work in the quarantine zone.

Throughout it all, she thinks of the last time she saw Sarah and Joel, in that car crash where only Tommy had been left to pull her out. And they had run without ever looking back.

The night of the outbreak, Y/N was separated from everyone she loved and knew. She had lost Tommy soon after in the crowds of people, frantically calling his name as she pushed through it, but to no avail. She grabbed people with red jackets and short hair until someone grabbed her in return. Hours later she found herselff in one of her first FEDRA lockups.

Now, just over twenty years later, she lived in a Qurantine zone. More people were getting infected by the day, just getting better at hiding it, and FEDRA was the very definition of the abuse of power, shooting people down no matter how much you screamed, "I'm not a Firefly! I'm not a fucking Firefly!" Fireflies…a group of Rebels, armed and smart, doing their hardest to restore normalcy and to take down FEDRA. Things had been getting pretty bad recently, curfew was brought down hard, at night all she could hear were sirens and screaming, gunshots and bombs. She tried her best to sleep, tossing and turning under her thick woolen blanket and government ordered, thin, sheetless mattress. In the morning, she would get up and drink a glass of whisky, tie up her hair and get to work throwing Infected into plague pits.

"To Y/N L/N." Was scribbled on the front, in familiarly unfamiliar handwriting. She flipped open to read the message, "Dear Y/N, through many contacts I've finally managed to discover you're alive, and your address. I want to invite you to Jackson. We have a stronghold here, a community. You could have a true and proper home. Joel and such are here too, alive and well, old bastard, he sends his love and luck. Love, Tommy. XX"

It was hard, gruelling and emotionally unavailable work. More often than not, she was throwing little kids into the flames, or young men and women who had obviously put up a fight. And in the evening, she went home, had another glass of some vague alcohol, whatever shitty food rations she could find and then went to bed, to repeat the day.

That was until she received a message. It was sunday, which meant the man down the street, Mr. Grant, who passed messages across America with his radio, was open for business. She had been approached by a regular customer of his during work, who slipped her a piece of paper, "From Mr. Grant." She had said, and then she was gone. That evening, Y/N settled down at her kitchen table/desk/counter and unfolded the piece of paper she had shoved into her pocket.

She sat at her table, desk, counter, and held the paper limp in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe that after all this time, Sarah, Joel and Tommy were still alive. And they were well. And- well, she had to leave straight away. She had flipped over the paper and found co-ordinates, from which she instantly pulled out her one and only map, and marked them down, and found it to be just off centre from the middle of Jackson. Then, she packed away some basic necessities in a bag, and slipped away into the dead of night.

-

Jackson was everything she had imagined and more. It was a perfect, little safe haven. She was greeted at the gate with guns and Tommy's interruption, running to her, embracing her, sniffling into her shoulder. True, as his brother's wife they had never been that close, but good God, she was just so enthralled to see someone she knew and loved and was connected to. She wasn't sure she had ever hugged anyone as tightly as she'd hugged Tommy, and then Maria came along and introduced herself, a beautiful woman whom Tommy was lucky enough to call his wife. Y/N had shaken her hand and she had grinned a perfect smile, "Joel's spoken about you loads."

"Oh, God, Joel." Her head swivelled to Tommy to Maria to her surroundings, "He's here, right?" Her words were sitting on desperate.

Tommy placed a hand on her shoulder, "Calm down, calm down. They're out at the moment to find supplies, food, extra bits and pieces. He knows you're coming, yeah, we just didn't think you'd get here so…soon." He shrugged, before beginning to walk her through the town, "C'mon, Maria and I will find you a place to stay, alright?"

And then finally, Tommy walked her to a small-ish home, one floor and squat, "This is where we put visitors or guests," He explained, "We have to find a suitable home for you, but this has all the right supplies." Then he pointed to the home next to it, "Joel lives just there."

"Alright." She swallowed her nerves and guilt, and followed the two through the town.

The entire walk Tommy and Maria pointed out households to her, lived in and happy homes - and told her what certain meeting points, bars, restaurants or club spaces, used to be. The Lower school was once an corner store, the high school, a doctor's. And the actual doctor's used to be a record store, which Joel had apparently raided and helped set up.

-

"Thank you Tommy, Maria. Thank you for everything." She hugged them both, once again, and then they pressed a key into her hand.

"We're gonna be just fine." Maria said, rubbed her shoulder and then she was alone.

Y/N'd been living in Jackson for a week when Joel returned. She'd been the first person Maria had told, apparently Joel had radioed in from outside the boundary, telling everyone they were finishing up and should be home by sunrise. She'd been woken up by Tommy knocking on her door with a loud, "They're back!" And she had practically hurtled outside, throwing a jacket over her pyjamas and slipping on her boots, nervous adrenaline filling her veins and causing her heart to beat out of her chest.

Twenty years. How much damage could Twenty Years have done? Yes, she had done unspeakable things, murdered innocents and stolen from the starving, injured, sick, but everyone had. When she looked around Jackson she saw a group of people who had all done what they had needed to to survive. She was no different. But what if's and maybe's lurked at the back of her mind as she followed Tommy up to the green gates.

Three horses come striding into Jackson, two with a stranger atop and one carrying her husband. He's joking bitterly and sarcastically with another rider, a little girl with brown hair who couldn't have been older than fourteen, and then he greets Tommy with a slight, two fingered wave, and Tommy's eyes direct him to Y/N standing in old pyjamas, old boots and an old jacket. But she's not looking at him, no her eyes are scanning frantically for a fourth horse, desperate for that familiar laugh, though she knows she'd be thirty-five by now. But where the fuck is Sarah?

The sun was just coming up, lighting half of the sky in a light blue and the other half remained dark, but she could still see the stars. And the moon. The wonders of a "zombie" apocalypse.

The sound of the gates moving was enough to have Y/N rocking on her feet because finally - finally - she would see her husband and daughter again, after twenty something years of just allowing herself to believe they were dead and done for, she finally knew better and-

Maria is standing behind her, "You alright, girl?" She asks.

"Where's Sarah?" Her head snaps towards Maria, and she watches like a hawk as the woman's eyes widen and she swallows, hard.

"Uh, just one second," She's pretending to look at something behind Y/N, as if distracted, before she runs off, "Tommy! Tommy!" Bellowing from her lips.

From a distance she sees Tommy and Maria conspiring, casting worried glances her way. And so she storms through the crowd, ignoring her initial purpose for being there, and instead she pushes the two apart and points her finger at them, "Tell me where my daughter is." Tommy plays with his hand, turning the ring on his finger, looking down, not meeting her gaze, "Sarah is-" He prepares himself "Sarah's-"

Confusion clouds Y/N's mind. How hard could it be to answer a simple question?

It hits her like a fucking train. How stupid could she have been, how presumptious and ignorant that "They" meant Joel and Sarah, not Joel and that little girl by his side. Who was she? Was she his daughter - had he moved on? Perhaps she should go, perhaps he didn't want a reminder of his old life hanging around.

"Dead." The voice is gruff and old, and familiar. Y/N practically spins in place to get a look at the man who it belongs too, those dark brown eyes, his beard and hair with dashes of grey, those soft cheeks, his lips, nose, eyelashes. Joel Miller. Joel, fucking, Miller, he speaks again, "Sarah's dead."

She doesn't know what to do - what to say - so she tries for something, she's reaching and trying desperately to hold on to anything she can, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Joel."

"No. I know. I know." He's nodding softly, stroking her hair in return, gently. He won't cry now, not where everyone can see, but he'll cry later, when he's at home with Ellie and… Y/N. The family he'd dreamt of.

"Me too." His words are soft and small, so unlike the man in front of her. Maria and Tommy are gone by now, having siddled of discuss the exchange, the shock, the horror of Y/N not knowing about her daughter's death.

Joel pulls her in, close and tight for a long hug, and Y/N begins to cry, "I never thought I'd see you again." she's gripping him so tightly, hand pulling his hair, the other around his shoulder, "I just-"

She pulls away to get a good look at him, "Look at you," She's smiling through the tears streaming down her cheeks, "Look at my old man." She runs a hand through his hair, the front now instead of the back.

And then suddenly, she drops it, smile fading, eyes casted downwards, "Sarah… was she infected?"

"No." he answers. The way he speaks about it, it's as if finally, within the last year, he's finally come to terms with it all, "She died after the car crash. On Outbreak Day. She was in my arms, we were running and there was an early FEDRA guard and we told him we weren't infected but…"

"He shot anyways."

"Yeah." He spoke so simply about it, "She died in my arms and I'm just sorry you never knew how much she loved you. She called out for you y'know."

The idea brought tears to her eyes. A beat. "I dreamt about the two of you for the past twenty years." She opened up, "I dreamt you were infected, you and Sarah, and every single time I would just open my arms and hug you both and let you take me, infect me." She sighed, "The only thing that kept me going was the idea, the prospect, that maybe someday, I'd get to see you again and all I can say is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry wasn't there these twenty years and I'm sorry I wasn't there when Sarah died and I love you." Every single thought that echoed around her head for what had felt like forever was spewed out in front of him.

And all he could do was soften his eyes, and say, "It's alright,", "I love you too."

"There's someone I'd like for you to meet."